A little dog angel waits;

With the other angels he will not play

But sits alone at the gates.

"I know that my master will come, says he

And when he comes he will call for me."

He seems the spirits that pass him by

As they hasten towards the throne;

And he watches them with a wistful eye

As he sits at the gates alone.

"I know if I just wait patiently

Some day my master will come", says he.

And his master, far on earth below,

As he sits in his easy chair,

Forgets sometimes and he whistles low

For the dog that isn't there.

And the little dog angel cocks his ears

And dreams that his master's call he hears.

I know when at last his master waits

Outside in the dark and cold,

For the hand of Death to pen 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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