No truer friend than he
Has come to prove his friendship's worth to me.
He does not fear the master--knows no fear--
But loves the man who is his master here.
By countenance. If there be nobler eyes,
More full of honor and of honesties,
In finer head, on broader shoulders found,
Then have I never met the man or hound.
Here is the motto on my lifeboat's log:
"God grant I may be worthy of my dog!"
ANONYMOUS.
THE DEAD BOY'S PORTRAIT
AND HIS DOG
Day after day I have come and sat
Beseechingly upon the mat,
Wistfully wondering where you are at.
Why have they placed you on the wall,
So deathly still, so strangely tall?
You do not turn from me, nor call.
Why do I never hear my name?
Why are you fastened in a frame?
You are the same, and not the same.
Away from me why do you stare
So far out in the distance where
I am not? I am here! Not there!
What has your little doggie done?
You used to whistle me to run
Beside you, or ahead, for fun!
You used to pat me, and a glow
Of pleasure through my life would go!
How is it that I shiver so?
My tail was once a waving flag
Of welcome. Now I cannot wag
It for the weight I have to drag.
I know not what has come to me.
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