A MORNING CALL.

OME, little master !
Open wide the door.
Here’s a time for joy and fun,
Here’s a time to bark and run —
Such a sky and such a sun never were before !
All the boughs are dancing on the shining trees,
All the clouds are dancing with the dancing breeze,
Life and sport and sparkle seem to bound and leap —
Don’t you hear them calling? Are you still asleep ?
Listen to the music by the sleigh-bells played ;
Look at all the snow-balls waiting to be made ;
Think of shouts and tumbles, laughs and barks and noise —
All the happy tumult dear to dogs and boys!
Come, little master,
Can you still delay ?
Here are two who wait for you
Let us off to play !

Come, little master !
Till we see your face,
Something that we long for seems
Dim and distant as in dreams,
Something fair and kindly lacks in the morning’s grace.
It may be the kind hand with its gentle touch,
It may be the brown eyes that we love so much 3,