My Dog / William Griffith

My Dog
Today hell chuckled at another lie, That gave no human being any pain, Except one temporary soul. Nor Cain Was more heart-heavy when he came to die;

I branded him a cur that by-and-bye Would go the way of mongrels and be slain' By man nor God regretted; clear and plain Were the reproaches written in his eye.

He bridled slightly ere he slunk away An hour ago and perished in a bog. Saving two children who had gone astray: Since when the sirens sounding through the fog Are Gabriel horns that thunder me to pray. Or to be damned for slandering my dog.