He trembles - he is pale as death His voice is weak with perturbation Poor Peter from a thousand causes At length she learned how he espied A piercing look the Sufferer cast "O wretched loss untimely stroke! "If he had died upon his bed! 66 He knew not one forewarning pain · "He never will come home again "Is dead. for ever dead!" -- Beside the Woman Peter stands ; He feels what he for human kind At length, by Peter's arm sustained, "Oh, mercy! something must be done, — 66 My little Rachael, you must run, "Some willing neighbour must be found. "The first you meet with bid him come, "Ask him to lend his horse to-night "And this good man, whom Heaven requite, "Will help to bring the body home." Away goes Rachael weeping loud;- And now is Peter taught to feel That man's heart is a holy thing; And Nature, through a world of death, More searching than the breath of spring. Upon a stone the Woman sits In agony of silent grief From his own thoughts did Peter start; But roused, as if through every limb And to the pillow gives her burning head And Peter turns his steps aside Into a shade of darksome trees, Where he sits down, he knows not how, With his hands pressed against his brow, And resting on his tremulous knees. There, self-involved, does Peter sit As if his mind were sinking deep Through years that have been long asleep! He turns his head and sees the Ass Yet standing in the clear moonshine, -But He—who deviously hath sought Towards the gentle Ass he springs, This Peter sees, while in the shade : Sobs loud, he sobs even like a child, "Oh! God, I can endure no more!" Here ends my Tale: for in a trice Arrived a neighbour with his horse; Peter went forth with him straightway; And, with due care, ere break of day Together they brought back the Corse. And many years did this poor Ass, |