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Rh I see the tail, like bracelet twirl'd,

In moments of disgrace uncurl'd,

Then at a pardoning word re-furl'd,

A conquering sign;

Crying, "Come on, and range the world,

And never pine."

Thine eye was bright, thy coat it shone;

Thou hadst thine errands, off and on;

In joy thy last morn flew; anon,

A fit! All's over;

And thou art gone where Geist hath gone.

And Toss, and Rover.

Poor Max, with downcast, reverent head,

Regards his brother's form outspread;

Full well Max knows the friend is dead

Whose cordial talk,

And jokes in doggish language said,

Beguiled his walk.

And Glory, stretch'd at Burwood gate,

Thy passing by doth vainly wait;

And jealous Jock, thy only hate,

The chiel from Skye,

Lets from his shaggy Highland pate

Thy memory die.

Well, fetch his graven collar fine,

And rub the steel, and make it shine,

And leave it round thy neck to twine,

Kai, in thy grave.

There of thy master keep that sign,

And this plain stave.