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To Rufus A Spaniel
Rhapsody On A Dog's Intelligence
To A Terrier
Without Are Dogs
The Power Of The Dog
Roger And I
Remarks To My Grown-up Pup
Fidele's Grassy Tomb
To Tim An Irish Terrier
(A collie, for nine years our friend)
Old friend, your place is empty now. No more
Shall we obey the imperious deep-mouthed call
That begged the instant freedom of our hall.
We shall not trace your foot-fall on the floor
Nor hear your urgent paws upon the door.
The loud-thumped tail that welcomed one and all,
The volleyed bark that nightly would appal
Our tim'rous errand boys--these things are o'er.
But always yours shall be a household name,
And other dogs must list' your storied fame;
So gallant and so courteous, Scott, you were,
Mighty abroad, at home most debonair.
Now God Who made you will not count it blame
That we commend your spirit to His care.
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