Those suave and puissant cats, the fireside’s pride,
Who like the sedentary life and glow of fire.
How he enjoys, nay, revels in the musical purr!—
Those tones which purl and percolate
Deep down into my shadowy soul,
Exalt me like a fine tune’s roll,
And yield the joy love philters make.
There is no note in the world,
Nor perfect instrument I know,
Can lift my heart to such a glow