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TO DEAR OLD BUSHIE, FROM ONE WHO LOVED HER.
I.

Much loving and much loved, dare I
With my weak faltering praise
Record thy pure fidelity,
Thy patient loving ways:

II.

Thy wistful, eager, gasping sighs,
Our sullen sense to reach;
The solemn meanings of thine eyes,
More clear than uttered speech:

III.

Thy silent sympathy with tears,
Thy joy our joys to share,
In weal and woe through all these years
Our treasure and our care;