First, answer to thy Dog, as first in place, 

 Friend at thy board, companion of thy chase ; 

 His no foul crime of "friend remembered not," 

 Each kindness cherish'd, and each wrong forgot ; 

 And though full oft he feels thy stripes unjust, 

 He bears them all, and humbles to the dust ; 

 Unmurmuring bears them, and one slight caress, 

 Tho' smitten to the bone, again can bless. 

 Thy day of labour he is proud to share, 

 And guards thy slumbers with a lover's care ; 

 Thy presence hails, thy absence fondly mourns, 

 While bounding raptures mark thy wish'd returns ; 

 To rage, to anguish, e'en to Death, resigned, — 

 What nobler feelings boast thy nobler kind ? 



By nature fierce, at length subdued and mild, 



To each kind office of a duteous child — 



Who, a dark Sire guides through the pressing 



throng, 

 See how yon Terrier gently leads along 

 The feeble Beggar, to his custom'd stand, 

 With piteous tale to woo the bounteous hand ; 

 In willing bonds, but master of the way. 

 Ne'er leads that trusted friend, his charge, 



astray : 

 With slow, soft step, as conscious of his care, 

 As if his own deep sorrows form'd the prayer — 

 Should yielding Charity the scrip supply, 



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