The savage wolf upon the dog descends, And sinks its fangs within the trembling frame; Yet still the hound, as loyalty extends, Returns not hate, but love without a name. It wags its tail while life begins to fade, And licks the jaws that deal the fatal blow; In gentle trust, no fear or doubt displayed, It praises still the fang that lays it low. What crueler sight than such devoted grace, What darker truth than innocence undone? A lifeless wolf is good luck to embrace, Yet here the dog’s sad martyrdom is won. For now the world exalts the beast untamed, And crowns the wolf, while faithful hearts of dogs are shamed.
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