My Comforter
(Anonymous)
The world had gone all wrong that day
And tired and in despair,
Discouraged with the ways of life,
I sank into my chair.
A soft caress fell on my cheek,
My hands where thrust apart,
And two big sympathizing eyes
Gazed down into my heart.
I had a friend; what cared I now
For fifty worlds? I knew
One heart was anxious when I grieved---
My dog's heart, loyal, true.
"God bless him," breathed I soft and low,
And hugged him close and tight.
One lingering lick upon my ear
And we were happy---quite.
