My dog and I are friends till death,
And when the chill, dark angel's breath
Shall call him from me, still I know,
Somewhere within the shadowy land
Waiting his master he will stand
Until my summons comes to go.
And, in that life so strange and new,
We'll tramp the fields of heaven through,
Loiter the crystal river by;
Together walk the hills of God
As when the hills of earth we trod,
Forever friends, my dog and I.
SNOWDROPS
February fair maids,
All along the lane,
Dancing with the breezes,
Nodding to the rain,
Whispering tales of Springtime
Through the snow and sleet,
February fair maids,
Brave and bright and sweet.
February fair maids,
Soon you'll disappear,
Soon the swallow's twitter
Tells that Spring is here.
Soon the rose and lily
Laugh 'neath skies of blue—
February fair maids,
None so brave as you.
February fair maids,
Dancing down the lane,
Bowing to the breezes,
Smiling at the rain,
Lifting laughing faces
Through the snow and sleet—
February fair maids,
Brave and bright and sweet.
SPRING
Lo, the spring has come again!
Down the lane
Silent, first, the snowdrop came;
Green each bursting leaf-bud swells
In the dells
Where the crocus breaks in flame.