'Tis a pity not to have a dog, for at the long day's
end
The man or boy will know the joy of Welcome from a
friend.
And whether he be rich or poor or much or little
bring,
The dog will mark his step and bark as if he were a
king.
Though gossips whisper now and then of faults they
plainly see,
And some may sneer, from year to year my dog stays
true to me.
He's glad to follow where I go, and though I win or
fail
His love for me he'll let me see by wagging of his
tail.
Now if I were to list the friends of mine in smiles
and tears
Who through and through are staunch and true and
constant down the years,
In spite of all my many faults which critics catalog
Deserving blame, I'd have to name my ever-faithful
dog.
'Tis pity not to have a dog, whatever be his breed,
For dogs possess a faithfulness which humans sadly
need.
And whether skies be blue or gray, good luck or ill
attend
Man's toil by day, a dog will stay his ever-constant
friend.
(Edgar A. Guest)
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