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A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With other angels he will not play,
sits alone at the gate.
“For I know my Mistress will come,” says he,
“And when she comes will call for me”.

And his Mistress, far on the earth below
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and whistles low
For the dog that is not there,
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Mistress’s voice he hears.

And I know when at length his Mistress waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel’s cheery bark
Will comfort her in the shivering dark.

By Noah M Holland
(1876-1925)

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