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Give I back more love again 

 Tiiau dogs often take of men, 

 Learning from my Human. 



XVI. 



Blessings on thee, dog of mine, 

 Pretty collars make thee fine, 



Sugai''d milk make fat thee ! 

 Pleasures wag on in thy tail, 

 Hands of gentle motion fail 



Nevermore to pat thee ! 



XVII. 



Downy pillow take thy head, 

 Silken coverlet bestead, 



Sunshine help thy sleeping ! 

 No flies buzzing wake thee up, 

 No man break thy purple cup, 



Set for drinking deep in. 



XVIII. 



Whisker'd cats anointed flee, 

 Sturdy stoppers keep from thee 



Cologne distillations ; 

 Nuts lie on thy path for stones. 

 And thy feast-day macaroons 



Turn to daily rations ! 



XIX. 



Mock I thee, in wishing weal ? 

 Tears are in my eyes to feel 



Thou art made so straightly. 

 Blessing needs must straighten too, 

 Little canst thou joy or do, 



Thou who lovest greatly. 



XX. 



Yet be blessed to the height 

 Of all good and all delight 

 Pervious to thy nature ; 



