One heifer and one fleecy sheep
Were Aristeides' scanty store;
With this poor wealth he strove to keep
Grim pinching hunger from his door.
Yet strove in vain: a wolf the one
And labor pains the other slew,
And left the herdsman, all undone,
His loss of livelihood to rue.
Poor wretch! The thong, which lately bound
His wallet, round his neck he tied,
And near his cabin, where the sound
No more was heard of lowing, died.