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For, through thy long dark lashes low depending,
The soul of melancholy Gentleness
Above all pain, yet pitying all distress ;
I worship more, but cannot love thee less.
Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog.
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
FAREWELL! if ever fondest prayer
For other's weal availed on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky, 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh:
han tears of blood can tell,
When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
Are in that word-Farewell!--Farewell!