My Dog

To-day hell chuckled at another lie,
That gave no human being any pain,
Except one temporary soul. Nor Cain
Was more heart-heavy when he came to die.

I branded him a cur that by-and-bye
Would go the way of mongrels and be slain,
By man nor God regretted; clear and plain
Were the reproaches written in his eye.

He bridled slightly ere he slunk away
An hour ago and perished in a bog,
Saving two children who had gone astray:
Since when the sirens sounding through the fog
Are Gabriel horns that thunder me to pray,
Or to be damned for slandering my dog.
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