This week's poem is dedicated to those of us who have known the love of a four-leggèd friend, and who have suffered deeply from its loss. Thanks to Pedro (NA2) for bringing these lines to our attention.
Near this spot
are deposited the remains of one
who possessed beauty without vanity,
strength without insolence,
courage without ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
if inscribed over human ashes,
is but a just tribute to the memory of
Boatswain, a dog,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.
are deposited the remains of one
who possessed beauty without vanity,
strength without insolence,
courage without ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his vices.
This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
if inscribed over human ashes,
is but a just tribute to the memory of
Boatswain, a dog,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.
See: Epitath to a Dog
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