Dog Sense by Wallace Irwin 1911
A man there was and he had a dog.
And the man was a good-for-naught,
Till he mended his life and married a wife
And settled down - he thought.
Full well he acted a husband's part
As his wife to his breast he drew;
For he didn't know that she hadn't a heart--
But the dog-he knew!
Now the man he went from his home at morn
And he kissed his wife farewell,
Though her lips were chill as the winter rill—-
But how could the husband tell?
And he smiled as he looked at the morning sun
While the breath of the spring he drew.
For he didn't know that his day was done—
But the dog-—he knew!
So the man came back to his home again.
His home that was black and cold.
The hearth was dead and his Love had fled
And the man was suddenly old.
But the dog crept close to his master's knee
And the breath of affection blew.
"God," said the man, "has forgotten me,"
But the dog—-he knew!
So into the world the man walked forth
And the dog at his heel did go.
They hungered or fed on bitter bread
And no man shared their woe.
Till they found him at last by the river's side
Drenched with the morning dew.
Nobody knew how the man had died.
But the dog—he knew!
A man there was and he had a dog.
And the man was a good-for-naught,
Till he mended his life and married a wife
And settled down - he thought.
Full well he acted a husband's part
As his wife to his breast he drew;
For he didn't know that she hadn't a heart--
But the dog-he knew!
Now the man he went from his home at morn
And he kissed his wife farewell,
Though her lips were chill as the winter rill—-
But how could the husband tell?
And he smiled as he looked at the morning sun
While the breath of the spring he drew.
For he didn't know that his day was done—
But the dog-—he knew!
So the man came back to his home again.
His home that was black and cold.
The hearth was dead and his Love had fled
And the man was suddenly old.
But the dog crept close to his master's knee
And the breath of affection blew.
"God," said the man, "has forgotten me,"
But the dog—-he knew!
So into the world the man walked forth
And the dog at his heel did go.
They hungered or fed on bitter bread
And no man shared their woe.
Till they found him at last by the river's side
Drenched with the morning dew.
Nobody knew how the man had died.
But the dog—he knew!
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