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My dear dumb friend, low lying there,

A willing vassal at my feet;

Glad partner of my home and fare,

My shadow in the street;

I look into your great brown eyes,

Where love and loyal homage shine,

And wonder where the difference lies

Between your soul and mine!

I scan the whole broad earth around

For that one heart which, leal and true,

Bears friendship without end or bound,

And find the prize in you.

Ah, Blanco! did I worship God

As truly as you worship me,

Or follow where my Master trod

With your humility:

Did I sit fondly at His feet

As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine,

And watch Him with a love as sweet,

My life would grow divine!