ANONYMOUS.
CAESAR, KING EDWARD'S DOG
No deeper, truer love could spring
Spontaneously from human breast
Than Caesar's, who has loved the king
With all a dear dog's silent zest.
A dog's dumb way may not impart
The grief that mortals can express,
But who shall say that Caesar's heart
Mourns his beloved king the less?
Since ours the faith, "Love lives in space,"
His love, whene'er his soul takes wing,
May be ordained, by Heaven's grace,
To reach the spirit of the king.
O. MIDDLETON.
JUST OUR DOG
He was just a dog, mister--that's all;
And all of us boys called him Bub;
He was curly and not very tall
And he hadn't a tail--just a stub.
His tail froze one cold night, you see;
We just pulled the rest of him through.
No--he didn't have much pedigree--
Perhaps that was frozen off, too.
He always seemed quite well behaved,
And he never had many bad fights;
In summer he used to be shaved
And he slept in the woodshed o' nights.
Sometimes he would wake up too soon
And cry, if his tail got a chill;
Some nights he would bark at the moon,
But some nights he would sleep very still.
He knew how to play hide-and-seek
And he always would come when you'd call;
He would play dead, roll over and speak,
And learned it in no time at all.
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