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James Whitcomb Riley - When Old Jack DiedJames Whitcomb Riley - When Old Jack Died
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I.   When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,   At home, we needn`t go that day), and none   Of us ate any breakfast--only one,   And that was Papa--and his eyes were red   When he came round where we were, by the shed   Where Jack was lying, half way in the sun   And half way in the shade. When we begun   To cry out loud, Pa turned and dropped his head   And went away; and Mamma, she went back   Into the kitchen. Then, for a long while,   All to ourselves, like, we stood there and cried.   We thought so many good things of Old Jack,   And funny things--although we didn`t smile--We   couldn`t only cry when Old Jack died. II.   When Old Jack died, it seemed a human friend   Had suddenly gone from us; that some face   That we had loved to fondle and embrace   From babyhood, no more would condescend   To smile on us forever. We might bend   With tearful eyes above him, interlace   Our chubby fingers o`er him, romp and race,   Plead with him, call and coax--aye, we might send   The old halloo up for him, whistle, hist,   (If sobs had let us) or, as wildly vain,   Snapped thumbs, called "speak," and he had not replied;   We might have gone down on our knees and kissed   The tousled ears, and yet they must remain   Deaf, motionless, we knew--when Old Jack died. III.   When Old Jack died, it seemed to us, some way,   That all the other dogs in town were pained   With our bereavement, and some that were chained,   Even, unslipped their collars on that day   To visit Jack in state, as though to pay   A last, sad tribute there, while neighbors craned   Their heads above the high board fence, and deigned   To sigh "Poor dog!" remembering how they   Had cuffed him, when alive, perchance, because,   For love of them he leaped to lick their hands--   Now, that he could not, were they satisfied?   We children thought that, as we crossed his paws,   And o`er his grave, `way down the bottom-lands,   Wrote "Our First Love Lies Here," when Old Jack died.
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