He always hears it the first of the two,
Which gives me a feeling half joy, half wrath.
By divers states can our spirits be mov'd
Our hearts will answer to many a touch;
We love one creature for being much lov'd,
And we love another for loving much.
By delicate touches our souls are stirr'd,
Fraught with a meaning life never reveals:
I wonder the Bible says not a word
Of the faithful love that a good dog feels.