You see us every morning,
A common pair are we,
Each on a leash's ending --
My little dog and me.
We amble village byways
In bright or dismal weather;
You may not think there's much in that,
But we have fun together.
No many-stranded cable
Could bear the jokes that pass
Between my little comrade
And me -- my! how we sass!
But how we give assurance
That we don't really mean it!
(A dog-and-man companionship
Is balm to him who's seen it.)
He greets his dog friends gayly,
While I to neighbors speak;
He sometimes finds a treasure --
A bone that's lost its meat!
He talks with dogs or children,
While I swap views with master . . .
I had this thought the other day,
While visiting with Pastor.
"When dog and I have rambled on
Beyond this mundane scope,
And seen the Golden Gateway,
(From the inside, we hope!)
We won't pause on the highway
Made smooth for feet more sainted,
But wander down some quiet land,
And start to get acquainted.
We hope there'll be a hydrant,
A friendly tree or two,
Some drying leaves to shuffle,
A field to wander through.
We'll glory in our freedom,
And need no leash of leather;
It really will be Heaven, Lord,
As long as we're together."
John E.Donovan
Dogs know, if men do not, that dogs
and men are close,
perhaps to much sometimes, and they do not prattle of their deep wisdom,
but it's the truth and what they have to know. Truth and what they give.
Even if they do not wish, they must, and follow at a heel, and haunt a doorstep,
and cry when we are gone, or roll in the dust. To entertain
us,
yielding up a paw into a hand. They whine because the
throat cannot articulate,
and even plead for man's forgiving on an anguished note,
when the legs cannot move fast enough, or faults of clumsiness and frolic
seem to raise human wrath. O,we are given much by these little beasts
who aggravate our days with their absurdities and ignorance,
their jealous faithfulness, their eyes that tell as if man were stripped to bone, had nothing
more, and found bare. He still would find his dog beside him there,
to give him comfort, and to tell him then, how good and splendid is the race of men.
Perhaps the only error and the lie,
DOG'S TELL TO MEN.
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Author Unknown