Argus
When
wise
Ulysses,
from
his
native
coast
Long
kept
by
wars,
and
long
by
tempests
toss'd,
Arrived
at
last,
poor,
old,
disguised,
alone,
To
all
his
friends,
and
ev'n
his
Queen
unknown,
Changed
as
he
was,
with
age,
and
toils,
and
cares,
Furrow'd
his
rev'rend
face,
and
white
his
hairs,
In
his
own
palace
forc'd
to
ask
his
bread,
Scorn'd
by
those
slaves
his
former
bounty
fed,
Forgot
of
all
his
own
domestic
crew,
The
faithful
Dog
alone
his
rightful
master
knew!
Unfed,
unhous'd,
neglected,
on
the
clay
Like
an
old
servant
now
cashier'd,
he
lay;
Touch'd
with
resentment
of
ungrateful
man,
And
longing
to
behold
his
ancient
lord
again.
Him
when
he
saw
he
rose,
and
crawl'd
to
meet,
('Twas
all
he
could)
and
fawn'd
and
kiss'd
his
feet,
Seiz'd
with
dumb
joy;
then
falling
by
his
side,
Own'd
his
returning
lord,
look'd
up,
and
died!
