Gelert
'Twas not for special beauty,
Though beautiful was he,
Nor yet in reverent honor
Of a stainless pedigree,
That reached across the ocean,
Through twice a century.
But for love that ever listened
To affection's lightest breath,
For a faithfulness that glistened
In the very haze of death,
That our cedars droop their shadows,
And our jasmines twine a wreath.
Under the great Deodar
There lies a little mound—
As beneath some proud pagoda
A prince might slumber sound,
In the verdure and the odor
Of consecrated ground—
And a hand hath written “Gelert”
In honor of a hound.
Though beautiful was he,
Nor yet in reverent honor
Of a stainless pedigree,
That reached across the ocean,
Through twice a century.
But for love that ever listened
To affection's lightest breath,
For a faithfulness that glistened
In the very haze of death,
That our cedars droop their shadows,
And our jasmines twine a wreath.
Under the great Deodar
There lies a little mound—
As beneath some proud pagoda
A prince might slumber sound,
In the verdure and the odor
Of consecrated ground—
And a hand hath written “Gelert”
In honor of a hound.
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