The world had all gone wrong that day
    And tired and in despair,
  Discouraged with the ways of life,
    I sank into my chair.

  A soft caress fell on my cheek,
    My hands were thrust apart.
  And two big sympathizing eyes
    Gazed down into my heart.

  I had a friend; what cared I now
    For fifty worlds? I knew
  One heart was anxious when I grieved--
    My dog's heart, loyal, true.

  "God bless him," breathed I soft and low,
    And hugged him close and tight.
  One lingering lick upon my ear
    And we were happy--quite.

    This is a poem written (Anonymous) in another era .

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