THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning 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.
The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone,
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Chorus.
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Sweet
Animals have long inspired such feelings of loyalty and valor. When all have left you, you still can look back on your old best friend.
Was this a song at some point? It would certainly seem so. Famous poets clung to strict end rhyme just as some do today. How can I complain about others end rhyme with poems like this floating around?
I've been a cat person all my life, but poems like this make me wish I still had my dog. -
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yes, a song
denoted by "chorus." It was very popular and well-known in its day, up until the mid-20th century. (I know my grandmothers both played it on the piano) This is what I was talking to you about end rhyme and the people who put it down. Poems were originally sung in many cultures and it's how most have survived.
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I like your song. Have you entered it in a song contest?
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