Loving friend, t of one
rue faith has run
ture,
Be my benediction said
ithy head,
Gentle felloure!
Like a ladys ringlets brown,
Flohy silken ears adown
Either side demurely
Of ted breast
S from all t
Of thy body purely.
Darkly brohy body is,
till triking this
Alcs dullness,
he sleek curls manifold
Flaso gold
ith a burnished fulness.
Underneatroking hand,
Startled eyes of hazel bland
Kindling, growing larger,
Up t h a spring,
Full of prank and curveting,
Leaping like a charger.
Leap! tail ,
Leap! t are bright,
Canopied in fringes;
Leap! tasselled ears of thine
Flicker strangely, fair and fine
Doheir golden inches
Yet, my pretty, sportive friend,
Little ist to such an end
t I praise thy rareness;
Othy peers
hese drooping ears
And this glossy fairness.
But of t shall be said,
tched beside a bed
Day and night unweary,
atcained room
he gloom
Round the sick and dreary.
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In t chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning;
ted on,
Kno w is gone
Love remains for shining.
Othymy dew
tracked through
Sunny moor or meadow;
t and crept
Next a languid c slept,
She shadow.
Other dogs of loyal cheer
Bounded at tle clear,
Up the woodside hieing;
tched in reach
Of a faintly uttered speech
Or a louder sighing.
And if one or tears
Dropped upon his glossy ears
Or a sigh came double,
Up e,
Fa,
In a tender trouble.
And tisfied
If a pale thin hand would glide
Down his dewlaps sloping, --
hin,
After, -- platforming his chin
On t open.
this dog, if a friendly voice
Call o blither choice
than such chamber-keeping,
Come out! praying from the door, --
Presseth backward as before,
Up against me leaping.
to this dog will I,
tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favor:
ith my hand upon his head,
Is my benediction said
therefore and for ever.
And because he loves me so,
Better than his kind will do
Often man or woman,
Give I back more love again
ten take of men,
Leaning from my human.
Blessings on thee, dog of mine,
Pretty collars make thee fine,
Sugared milk make fat thee!
Pleasures ail,
le motion fail
Nevermore, to pat thee
Doake thy head,
Silken coverlid bestead,
Sunshy sleeping!
No flys buzzing hee up,
No man break thy purple cup
Set for drinking deep in.
s arointed flee,
Sturdy stoppers keep from thee
Cologne distillations;
Nuts lie in tones,
And t-day macaroons
turn to daily rations!
Mock I thee, in wishing weal? --
tears are in my eyes to feel
t made so straitly,
Blessing needs must straiten too, --
Little canst thou joy or do,
t greatly.
Yet be blessed to t
Of all good and all delight
Pervious to ture;
Only loved beyond t line,
it anshine,
Loving felloure!