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The gaze of a dog is blind

To splendors of summit and sky,

Ocean and isle,

But never a painter shall find

The beautiful more than I

In my lady's smile.

The thought of a dog is dim.

Not even a wag he deigns

To the wisest book.

Philosophy dwells for him

In loving the law that reigns

In voice, in look.

The heart of a dog is meek.

He places his utter trust

In a mortal grace,

Contented his God to seek

In a creature framed of dust

With a dreaming face.

The human is our divine.

In the porch of the church, I pray

For a rustling dress,

For those dear, swift steps of thine,

Whose path is my perfect way

Of holiness.