There he is—resolved
to stop,
Till the waggon gains the top;
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But stop he cannot—must advance:
Him Benjamin, with lucky glance,
Espies—and instantly is ready,
Self-collected, poised, and steady:
And, to be the better seen,
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Issues from his radiant shroud,
From his close-attending cloud,
With careless air and open mien.
Erect his port, and firm his going;
So struts yon cock that now is crowing;
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And the morning light in grace
Strikes upon his lifted face,
Hurrying the pallid hue away
That might his trespasses betray.
But what can all avail to clear him,
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Or what need of explanation,
Parley or interrogation?
For the Master sees, alas!
That unhappy Figure near him,
Limping o’er the dewy grass,
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Where the road it fringes, sweet,
Soft and cool to way-worn feet;
And, O indignity! an Ass,
By his noble Mastiffs side,
Tethered to the waggon’s tail:
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And the ship, in all her pride,
Following after in full sail!
Not to speak of babe and mother;
Who, contented with each other,
And snug as birds in leafy arbour,
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Find, within, a blessed harbour!
With eager eyes the Master
pries;
Looks in and out, and through and through;
Says nothing—till at last he
spies
A wound upon the Mastiff’s head,
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A wound, where plainly might be read
What feats an Ass’s hoof can do!
But drop the rest:—this aggravation,
This complicated provocation,
A hoard of grievances unsealed;
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All past forgiveness it repealed;
And thus, and through distempered blood
On both sides, Benjamin the good,
The patient, and the tender-hearted,
Was from his team and waggon parted;
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When duty of that day was o’er,
Laid down his whip—and served
no more.—
Nor could the waggon long survive,
Which Benjamin had ceased to drive:
It lingered on;—guide after
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Ambitiously the office tried;
But each unmanageable hill
Called for his patience and his
skill;—
And sure it is, that through this night,
And what the morning brought to light,
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Two losses had we to sustain,
We lost both WAGGONER and WAIN!
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