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George MacDonald - Dr. Doddridges Dog
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"What! you Dr. Doddridge`s dog, and not know who made you?"

My little dog, who blessed you
With such white toothy-pegs?
And who was it that dressed you
In such a lot of legs?

Perhaps he never told you!
Perhaps you know quite well,
And beg me not to scold you
For you can`t speak to tell!

I`ll tell you, little brother,
In case you do not know:—
One only, not another,
Could make us two just so.

You love me?—Quiet!—I`m proving!—
It must be God above
That filled those eyes with loving:
He was the first to love!

One day he`ll stop all sadness—
Hark to the nightingale!
Oh blessed God of gladness!—
Come, doggie, wag your tail!

That`s—Thank you, God!—He gave you
Of life this little taste;
And with more life he`ll save you,
Not let you go to waste!

He says now, Live together,
And share your bite and sup;
And then he`ll say, Come hither—
And lift us both high up.
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