Thou noble dog! Thou, king of beasts, art so
Alike the other beasts, with claw, and fur,
And fang, yet doth thy virtue overflow
Thy humble vessel! E’en the lowest cur
Surpasses man in virtue and in worth,
For in what man, against thy faith and love
And filial devotion, and thy dearth
Of any sin that tumbled from above
When fell Lucifer, exists such virtue
As compares to thine? In that canine mind,
No will but good, no thought but that is true,
And in that canine heart, a love so kind
That wouldst thou for mine life exchange thine own,
For rather wouldst thou die than live alone.
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