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.