'Tis only in my sleep I see
Things smiling as they used to be.
I do not dare to bark; I plead
But dumbly, and you never heed;
Nor my protection seem to need.
I watch the door, I watch the gate;
I am watching early, watching late,
Your doggie still!--I watch and wait.
GERALD MASSEY.
ADVICE TO A DOG PAINTER
Happiest of the spaniel race,
Painter, with thy colors grace,
Draw his forehead large and high,
Draw his blue and humid eye;
Draw his neck, so smooth and round,
Little neck with ribands bound;
And the musely swelling breast
Where the Loves and Graces rest;
And the spreading, even back,
Soft, and sleek, and glossy black;
And the tail that gently twines,
Like the tendrils of the vines;
And the silky twisted hair,
Shadowing thick the velvet ear;
Velvet ears which, hanging low,
O'er the veiny temples flow.
JONATHAN SWIFT.
MERCY'S REWARD
Hast seen
The record written of Salah-ud-Deen,
The Sultan--how he met, upon a day,
In his own city on the public way,
A woman whom they led to die? The veil
Was stripped from off her weeping face, and pale
Her shamed cheeks were, and wild her fixed eye,
And her lips drawn with terror at the cry
Of the harsh people, and the rugged stones
Borne in their hands to break her flesh and bones;
For the law stood that sinners such as she
Perish by stoning, and this doom must be;
So went the adult'ress to her death.
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