Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3739, 18 December 1880, Page 1

Select Poetry.

Only a dog—well, he tome Was something more than a speechless brute, And out of his eyes there grew to be An eloquent utterance, although mute. He could not tell me, the poor dumb thing, All that he felt, but he seemed to sayPlainly—as man could, " Master, mine, Home I welcome you day by day." Evening and morning by my chair He sat and looked with a sweet content; And whether the skies were cloudy or fair, Of sunshine or shadow over me went, He knew W change, my constant friend— 'Twas me he came to the door to tee, Though those' more trusted had doted it ■"■ quite,' With never a whisper for charity. I had seen grief and drank of care, Bitter the draught as of libra's well, The loved had altered and eeasstLto jfaar*, Their plenty wittfttte on whom sorrow fslL The Levite passed on this other side j The priest went by with a heedless glee; ' For thieves had beaten me sad and sore, And no Samaritan came to me. I, all scarred and beaten and torn, Was only.a man that was ambushed and - slain— One by the beat of the battle borne Downward in agony, wounds, and pain; Let me crawl out, in the woods to die, Hunger and thirst and the grave are mineBravely my comrades are marching by, Bravely lhair colors in triumph shine. So I grew old before my time; No t loss of friends, but the loss of faith Whitened my hair, and made me long For res' and sjuiet, though it were death. Yet over all, and out of this Great trial, there rose up an earnest trust In Him who knoweth what may be best, And numbers the grains of the ssa shore dust. Well! let it go; my lesson learned, I ding to those who have clung to me; : i Deeming experience easily earned Albeit it came te me heavily. Some on shore and some on sea, Battle and storm and foundering ship . Swallowed them up ; and now at. last I pile the earth over poor old Gyp. Fbaxxuk W. Fm*. —From the Turf, Field and Parm.