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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Old Jack Died</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,<br>At home, we needn't go that day), and none<br>Of us ate any breakfast--only one,<br>And that was Papa--and his eyes were red<br>When he came round where we were, by the shed<br>Where Jack was lying, half way in the sun<br>And half way in the shade. When we begun<br>To cry out loud, Pa turned and dropped his head<br>And went away; and Mamma, she went back<br>Into the kitchen. Then, for a long while,<br>All to ourselves, like, we stood there and cried.<br>We thought so many good things of Old Jack,<br>And funny things--although we didn't smile--We<br>couldn't only cry when Old Jack died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Old Jack died, it seemed a human friend<br>Had suddenly gone from us; that some face<br>That we had loved to fondle and embrace<br>From babyhood, no more would condescend<br>To smile on us forever. We might bend<br>With tearful eyes above him, interlace<br>Our chubby fingers o'er him, romp and race,<br>Plead with him, call and coax--aye, we might send<br>The old halloo up for him, whistle, hist,<br>(If sobs had let us) or, as wildly vain,<br>Snapped thumbs, called 'speak,' and he had not replied;<br>We might have gone down on our knees and kissed<br>The tousled ears, and yet they must remain<br>Deaf, motionless, we knew--when Old Jack died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Old Jack died, it seemed to us, some way,<br>That all the other dogs in town were pained<br>With our bereavement, and some that were chained,<br>Even, unslipped their collars on that day<br>To visit Jack in state, as though to pay<br>A last, sad tribute there, while neighbors craned<br>Their heads above the high board fence, and deigned<br>To sigh 'Poor dog!' remembering how they<br>Had cuffed him, when alive, perchance, because,<br>For love of them he leaped to lick their hands--<br>Now, that he could not, were they satisfied?<br>We children thought that, as we crossed his paws,<br>And o'er his grave, 'way down the bottom-lands,<br>Wrote 'Our First Love Lies Here,' when Old Jack died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,
At home, we needn't go that day), and none
Of us ate any breakfast--only one,
And that was Papa--and his eyes were red
When he came round where we were, by the shed
Where Jack was lying, hal..."></div>
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