A bark with a germ of common sense.
And this dog looked, upon the whole,
As if he had gathered some crumbs of soul
That fell from the feast God spreads for man—
Looked like a line of the human plan.
There went with his strong, well-balanced stride
A dignity oft to man denied.
God’s humblest brutes, where’er we turn,
Are full of lessons for man to learn.
That night that he crouched by the yielding door,