Thomas Gent (Томас Гент)

To My Spaniel Fanny

Fanny! were all the world like thee,
How cheerly then this life would glide,
Dear emblem of Fidelity!
Long may'st thou grace thy master's side.

Long cheer his hours of solitude,
With watchful eye each wish to learn,
And anxious speechless gratitude
Hail with delight each short sojourn.

When sick at heart, thy welcome home
A weary load of grief dispels,
Gladdens with hope the hours to come,
And yet a mournful lesson tells!

To find
thee
ever faithful, kind,
My guard by night, my friend by day,
While those in friendship more refined
Have with my fortunes flown away.

Why bounteous nature hast thou given
To this poor
Brute
-a boon so kind
As constancy-bless'd gift of Heaven!
And MAN-to waver like the wind? 

1. The Recall of the Hero
2. The Heliotrope
3. On a Delightful Drawing in my Album
4. Widowed Love
5. On the Portrait of the Son of J.G. Lambton, Esq

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