Give I back more love again 

 Than dogs often take of men, 

 Leaning from my Human. 



Blessings on thee, dog of mine, 

 Pretty collars make thee fine, 



Sugared milk make fat thee ! 

 Pleasures wag on in thy tail, 

 Hands of gentle motion fail 



Nevermore, to pat thee ! 



Downy pillow take thy head, 

 Silken coverlid bestead, 



Sunshine help thy sleeping ! 

 No fly's buzzing wake thee up, 

 No man break thy purple cup 



Set for drinking deep in. 



Whiskered cats arointed flee, 

 Sturdy stoppers keep from thee 



Cologne distillations ; 

 Nuts lie in thy path for stones, 

 And thy feast-day macaroons 



Turn to daily rations ! 



Mock I thee, in wishing weal ? — 

 Tears are in my eyes to feel 

 Thou art made so straitly, 

 Blessing needs must straiten too,- 

 Little canst thou joy or do, 

 Thou who lovest greatly. 



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