11 My little reader now shall hear, Howrogueslike these,amid their cheer Have men as well as God to fear. Just as they leave the rifled tree, Who spies them at a distance ? He Whom least of all they wish’d tosee! The farmer from his work returns, And in his garden he discerns A sight at which his anger burns. He calls aloud for faithful Tray, And bids him hunt the thieves away: The dog was swifter far than they. A bitter chastisement was near ; They saw the dog close in the rear, But saw not all they had to fear.
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