A Dog's Prayer
Oh, master, you can surely see
All that you do is wise to me.
I
never weigh your right or wrong,
Enough that you and I belong.
Success
may crown your dearest plan,
Yet love you more I never can.
And
though you miserably fail
No change knows my delighted tail.
Your
voice can raise me to the height
Or shroud my soul in blackest night.
I
watch your eye, your lip, your hand,
Trying your thought to understand.
Within
my heart one earnest plea,
"Where you are let me always be."
by Fay Inchfawn (early 20th C)
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