Few from this womb are born that to maturity arrive; it is here that all values end and it is here that they all begin.
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And under cover of departing day, slunk hunger stricken Doubt away, and with its departure came back once more the light of reason and passed within my door.
Again strange shapes I did behold in clay, and one came forth and licked my hand; it was a dog!
And of the Potter I did ask, why sunk so low at birth was such a faithful soul?
The Potter merely turned his wheel and there upon the further side of a beauteous vase I beheld a wondrous design, executed with great skill.
It was a Temple to the Great and holding one of its main supports was a dog! And at its base was carved these words in bold relief:
"Pillar of faithfulness to man I gave; dog was thy name on earth, but faithfulness in heaven."