IN FRENCH FIELDS.
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AN EPITAPH.
A fearless, mild and faithful friend lies here,
Faithful to death,—O stranger, drop a tear!
When, sick and poor, men left me as a log,
He stayed. And who was he? Alas! my dog.
AN EPITAPH.
A fearless, mild and faithful friend lies here,
Faithful to death,—O stranger, drop a tear!
When, sick and poor, men left me as a log,
He stayed. And who was he? Alas! my dog.