To Scott





(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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