XXXIX. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And ev'ry care resign: "And shall we never, never part, "No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love so true; "The sigh that rends thy constant heart, "Shall break thy Edwin's too." AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. GOOD people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, In Islington there was a man, A kind and gentle heart he had, And in that town a dog was found, Both mungrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. * This, and the following poem, appeared in The Vicar of Wakefield, which was published in the year 1765. This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain some private ends, Around from all the neighbouring streets The wound it seem'd both sore and sad And while they swore the dog was mad, But soon a wonder came to light, STANZAS |