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THE CAPTAIN'S FRIENDS.
I
I wandered down by yonder park one quiet autumn day,When many a humble traveller was going on the way;
And there I saw a company of neighbours great and small,
All gathered round an ancient gate that leads unto the hall.
II
The faded leaves that rustled in the mournful autumn windAwoke in me a train of thought that saddened all my mind;
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So I sat me down upon a stone and hearkened to the tale.
III
The sturdy farmer from his fields had hurried to the place,The cripple on his crutches, and the sick with pallid face;
The poor old dame had wandered with her blind man to the ground,
And the lonely widow, weeping, with her children gathered round.
IV
The well remembered beggar, too, was there—but not to beg;And the stiff old Chelsea pensioner, upon a wooden leg:
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Each bringing in his moistened eye a tributary tear.
V
Up spake the sturdy farmer to the porter, and he said,“What news is this that's going round? They say the Captain's dead!”
The quaint old porter laughed, “Aha! Thank God, it isn't true!
It's but the Captain's dog that's dead—they called it ‘Captain’ too!”
VI
Then sprang the cripple on his crutch, and nearly came to ground;The blind man wandered to and fro, and shook their hands all round;
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And the widow kissed her young ones, as she wiped their tears away.
VII
Up rose the children's voices, mingling music with the gale,And the beggar's dog romped with them, as he barked and wagged his tail;
The farmer snapt his thumbs, and cried, “Come on, I'll feast you all!”
And the stark old soldier with his stick kept charging at the wall.
VIII
So, now the Captain's dog is dead and sleeping in the ground,A kind old master by the grave bemoans his gallant hound;
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And, oh, my poor old dog, how I shall miss thee on the way!”
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Then here's to every noble heart that's gentle, just, and brave,That cannot be a tyrant, and that grieves to see a slave.
God save that good old Captain long, and bring his soul to joy;—
The countryside will lose a friend the day he comes to die.
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