AN OLD DOG
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Now that no shrill hunting horn Can arouse me at the morn, Deaf I lie the long day through, Dreaming firelight dreams of you; Waiting, patient through it all, Till the greater Huntsman call. If we are, as people say, But the creatures of a day, Let me live, when we must part, A little longer in your heart. You were all the God I knew, I was faithful unto you. |
REMARKS TO
MY GROWN-UP PUP
From Rhymes of Home
BY BURGES JOHNSON