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The Eye Of The Master.

    By Jean de La Fontaine



[1]

    A stag took refuge from the chase
    Among the oxen of a stable,
    Who counsel'd him, as saith the fable,
    To seek at once some safer place.
    'My brothers,' said the fugitive,
    'Betray me not, and, as I live,
    The richest pasture I will show,
    That e'er was grazed on, high or low;
    Your kindness you will not regret,
    For well some day I'll pay the debt.'
    The oxen promised secrecy.
    Down crouch'd the stag, and breathed more free.
    At eventide they brought fresh hay,
    As was their custom day by day;
    And often came the servants near,
    As did indeed the overseer,
    But with so little thought or care,
    That neither horns, nor hide, nor hair
    Reveal'd to them the stag was there.
    Already thank'd the wild-wood stranger
    The oxen for their treatment kind,
    And there to wait made up his mind,
    Till he might issue free from danger.
    Replied an ox that chew'd the cud,
    'Your case looks fairly in the bud;
    But then I fear the reason why
    Is, that the man of sharpest eye
    Hath not yet come his look to take.
    I dread his coming, for your sake;
    Your boasting may be premature:
    Till then, poor stag, you're not secure.'
    'Twas but a little while before
    The careful master oped the door.
    'How's this, my boys?' said he;
    'These empty racks will never do.
    Go, change this dirty litter too.
    More care than this I want to see
    Of oxen that belong to me.
    Well, Jim, my boy, you're young and stout;
    What would it cost to clear these cobwebs out?
    And put these yokes, and hames, and traces,
    All as they should be, in their places?'
    Thus looking round, he came to see
    One head he did not usually.
    The stag is found; his foes
    Deal heavily their blows.
    Down sinks he in the strife;
    No tears can save his life.
    They slay, and dress, and salt the beast,
    And cook his flesh in many a feast,
    And many a neighbour gets a taste.
    As Phaedrus says it, pithily,
    The master's is the eye to see: -
    I add the lover's, as for me.



Extra Info:
[1] Phaedrus, II. 8 (The Stag and the Oxen); and others.


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