Copenhagen
“He followed his master with his dear head bent down, and sad eyes, in which I could see
the tears.”
Dear fellow-creature! ranked among those steeds,
That mighty Homer lifted to the Gods,
And worthier far, in their august abodes,
Of that ambrosia on which godhead feeds,
Than men with low desires or common needs.
O nobly travel Fame's eternal roads,
Still following where the laurelled conqueror leads,
And named with him in high poetic odes.
Kind fellow-creature! weep celestial tears,
For love celestial to all life is lent,
One thought, one feeling man to man endears,
And with man's lot thy lowlier lot is blent,
Touched with his grief when stricken love appears,
In battle brave and watchful near the tent.
