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Treasured Friend
High up
in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
with the other angels she will not play,
but she sits alone at the gates,
"For I know that my master will come,"
says she,
"And when he comes he will call for me."
And her master far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there:
And the little dog angel cocks her ears
And dreams that her master's call
she hears.
And I know that at last when her master
waits
Outside, in the dark and cold
for the hand of death to open the gates
that lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angels' eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
*Author Unknown*
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