The morn of life is past, And evening comes at last; It brings me a dream of a once happy day, Of merry forms I've seen Upon the village green, Sporting with my old dog Tray. CHORUS. Old dog Tray's ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away, He's gentle, he is kind; I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray. When thoughts recall the past, His eyes are on me east; I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say: Although he cannot speak I'll vainly seek A better friend than old dog Tray. The forms I call'd my own Have vanished one by one, The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away, Their happy smiles have flown Their gentle voices gone; I've nothing left but old dog Tray. Old dog Tray's ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind; I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY THIS COMPOST: 2. by WALT WHITMAN BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |