And tired and in despair
Discouraged with the ways of life,
I sank into my chair
A soft caress fell on my check
My hands were thrust apart.
And two big sympathizing eyes
Gazed down into my heart.
I had a friend; what cared I now
For fifty worlds? I knew
One heart was anxious when I grieved -
My dog's heart, loyal, true.
"God bless him," breathed I soft and low,
And hugged him close and tight.
One lingering lick upon my ear
And we were happy - quite.