Sunday, December 28, 2008

Saint Stephen's Day

By permission, from Gus the Wire Haired Terrier's blog


Good King Wally, he looked out,
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night,
Tho' the frost was cruel,
When a poor dog came in sight,
Gath'ring winter fuel."Hither, Ethel, stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder canine, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
And his name is Oscar;
Right against the forest fence,
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh, and bring me bones,
Bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I will see him dine,
When we bear them thither.
Walls and Ethel forth they went,
Forth they went together;
Thro' the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Wally it is getting dark,
And the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I fear to bark,I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly:
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."


In her master's steps she trod,
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the saint had printed.
Therefore, all ye dogs, be sure,
Wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will bless the poor,
Shall yourselves find blessing.





2 comments:

Jennifer said...

Awwwww. So sweet.

Pacific College Mom said...

Loved your post! Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I hope you had a lovely holiday and a very happy new year's celebration. Having you as a blogmate was one of the nicest things about 2009 and one I truly look forward to in the upcoming year!

Best of wishes to your family
Ann