TO MY DOG GYP
Of what are you thinking, my dog Gyp, As you blink at the fire before you? Is youv heart away with the boys at play, Or with the rougk mother that bore you? Over the hills, or down by the rills, In the sunlight merrily gleaming — The past or the present, which is it, Gyp, That sets your wiße head a-dreanaing? Many a ramble, my dog Gyp, We've had o'er the purple heather, The flowery lanes and the grassy plains We've scoured with joy together ; I've seen thee roll on the daisied sod, Or frisk on its snowy cover, And your wild, glad bark hath cheer' d my heart As the voice of a maid her lover. The king of thy kind thou art, my Gyp, And the children's brave defender, Thy looks are rough, and thy manner bluff, But thy heart is true and tender ; And whatever the world hath yet, my Gyp, Of calm or stormy weather, To Love's old song we'll jog along O'er the rough and smooth together. — H. J. B.
May 1899,
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Otago Witness, Issue 2363, 8 June 1899, Page 48
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181TO MY DOG GYP Otago Witness, Issue 2363, 8 June 1899, Page 48
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