Only a dog do you say, Sir Critic?
Only a dog, but as truth I prize,
The truest love I have won in living
Lay in the deeps of her limpid eyes.
Frosts of winter nor heat of summer
Could make her fail if my footsteps led:
And memory holds in its treasure casket
The name of my darling who lieth dead.
Dog of Elias Howe, the sewing machine inventor.
Only a dog do you say, Sir Critic?
Only a dog, but as truth I prize,
The truest love I have won in living
Lay in the deeps of her limpid eyes.
Frosts of winter nor heat of summer
Could make her fail if my footsteps led:
And memory holds in its treasure casket
The name of my darling who lieth dead.
Dog of Elias Howe, the sewing machine inventor.
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Only a dog, you say, dear critic?
Only a dog, but as truth I prize
The truest love I have won in living
Lay in the deeps of those limpid eyes.
Frosts of winter nor heat of summer
could make her fail if my footsteps led
And memory holds in its treasure casket
The name of my darling who lieth dead.
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favorite dog of Elias Howe.
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