The lamb you stuck to-day?
And thou, O Dog, with deep-set eyes,
Wert thou, like Love, once blind;
With helpless limbs, of pigmy size,
And voice that scarcely whined?
How grew your legs so like to his,
Your growl so like his tone?
And when did he first see your phiz
Reflected in his own?
Bravely have both your likeness worn;