ON A GOOD HOUSE-DOG CALLED "WATCH."
Poor faithful Watch! thy watch of life is o’er,
And mute and senseless near the kitchen door
Thou lay’st, a breathless corpse,
Where thou stood to guard before;
Thy pliant temper, known and praised by all,
Thy prompt obedience to thy master’s call;
Whether to climb the hill, or scour the plain,
Or drive encroaching hogs from out the lane;
Thy quick return, on motion of his hand,