Like an old servant, now cashiered, he lay ; 

 Touched with resentment of ungrateful man, 

 And longing to behold his ancient lord again. 

 Him when he saw — he rose and crawled to meet, 

 ('Twas all he could) and fawned and kissed his 



feet, 

 Seized with dumb joy — then falling by his side, 

 Owned his returning lord, looked up, and died ! 



Alexander Pope. 



Epigram engraved on the Collar of a Dog which 

 I gave to His Royal Highness ^> ^> 



I 



AM his Highness - ' dog at Kew ; 

 Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? 



Alexander Pope. 



The Indian and His Dog ^> O *o> 



(From the Essay on Man) 



O, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind 



u 



Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the 

 wind ; 

 His soul, proud Science never taught to stray 

 Far as the solar walk or milky way ; 

 Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, 

 Ilehind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heaven ; 

 Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, 



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