Saturday, November 03, 2012

Saint Stephen's Day

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 lamentAnd 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 rageFreeze 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.


Judy said...

I like the first photo, where they both look so happy, and the second, where the kitten looks so smug!!

Pacific College Mom said...

I love the way you look at life!

STAG said...

Oh, I didn't write this Anne, this was from my friends over at

It has got a lot less political of late, and so not nearly as interesting, but the dogs are still loveable.