Sourced from Four-Footed Favourites, 1862
The Watchful Friend.
In a hidden thicket's shade
Is the little maiden laid;
O'er her bends the wilding rose,
At her side the violet grows:
And, instead of feudal splendour,
Summer's fragrant airs attend her.
More than castle watch or ward
O'er her sleep the dog keeps guard:
None unseen can venture here
With that faithful watcher near.
Lady, who to woodlands wild
Dost resign thy darling child;
Lady, of an ancient line,
Sweet and natural faith is thine.
Thou dost know what influence lies
In the summer sun and skies;
Thou dost know what healthy red
By the open air is shed:
And what pleasant sleep is given
By the blue uncurtained heaven;
Nor to that fond mother known
Outward influence alone.
She hath deeper thoughts that tell
Of dear Nature's inward spell;
