 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
SONNET.—I'VE ROUSED THE KENNEL!
I've roused the kennel! They are at my heels,The whole cur rabble—the promiscuous pack—
Sneak, Skunk, and Scurril, dogs of low degree,
Who think my shadow much too large for me!
One growls, one yelps, another squeaks or squeals—
Well, with such venom, that in teeth they lack;
A stick or stone would send them howling back—
But where the profit? 'Twere but loss of time!
And he who hath his goal in sight—such goal
As rouses all that's God-like in the soul—
Who sees his temple, with its towers sublime,
High, in the distance, with great dome and arch,
Looking fond welcome, urging him to march—
Hath little need to chafe in heart or mind,
Well pleased to leave the little dogs behind!
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