THE TWO FRIENDS.


 


 


MY dog and I are faithful friends;


We read and play together;


We tramp across the hills and fields,


When it is pleasant weather.


And when from school with eager haste


I come along the street,


He hurries on with bounding step,


My glad return to greet.


Then how he frisks along the road,


And jumps up in my face


And if I let him steal a kiss,


I'm sure it's no disgrace.


Oh, had he but the gift of speech


Just for a single day,


How dearly I should love to hear


The funny things he'd say!


And what he knows and thinks and feels


Is written in his eye;


My faithful dog cannot deceive,


And never told a lie.


Come here, good fellow, while I read


What other dogs can do;


And if I live when you are gone,


I'll write your history too.


 


Sarah Jewett.