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To My Dog "blanco."

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My dear.dumb fricnd, low lying there, A wiUin? vasal at my feet, Glad partner of my home and fare, My shadow ín the street. I look into your rreat brown eyes, Where love and royal homage shine. And wonder where the difl trence lies, Between your soul and mine 1 For all the good that I have found Witliin myseJf or human kind, Hath POjftlly informed and crowned Your gentle heart and mind. I scan the whole broad earth around For that one heart which, real and true, Bears friendship without end or bound. And ñnd the prize in you. I trust you as I trust the stars ; Nor cruel loxs, nor scoffof pride, Xor beggary, nor dungeon bars, Can move you from my side I As patiënt under injury As any Christian suint of old. As gentle as a lamb with me, But with your brothers bold. More playful than a frolic boy, More watchful than a sentinel, By day and night your constant joy, To guard ana please me weli. I clasp your head upon my breast- The while you whine and lick my hand- And thus our friendships confessed, And thus we understand I Ah, Blanco t did I worshlp God As truly as you worship me, Or follow where my Master trod With your humtliiy; Did I sit fondly at his feet, As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine. And watch Him with a love as swcct, My lile wouid grow divine I


Ann Arbor Courier
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