July 28th 2005 8:11 pm
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High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels she will not play
But sits alone at the gates.
"I know that my master will come, says he
And when she comes she will call for me."
She sees the spirits that pass her by
As they hasten toward the throne;
And she watches them with a wistful eye
As she sits at the gates alone.
"I know if I just wait patiently
Some day my master will come," says she.
And her master, far on the earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and she whistles low
For the dog that isn't there.
And the little dog angel cocks her ears
And dreams that her master's call she hears.
I know when at last her master waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
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