 If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Deaking my hands with soft insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes that saw More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy, Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, that gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, to his fun to be alive, Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crotch, the bar, that ever held us in, What air, my mood, the fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weatling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow crippled feet, Oh friend, thrice lost, oh fond heart unassailed, You taught me trust when man's delogic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mariba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by AnnaR77 If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, searching my face with anxious eyes that saw more than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy, Good master, let's to play, the world is ours, That gladsome bark would say. Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crotch, the bar that ever held us in, What air, my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, the weatling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet, Oh friend, thrice lost, oh fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mariba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Bedford On 29 May 2020 If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft insistent poor, Searching my face with anxious eyes that saw, More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive, To show his joy, good master, let's to play, The world is ours, that Gladson Bark would say. Just yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crotch, the bar that ever held us in, What air, my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, the weatling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fond heart unassailed, He taught me trust when man's delogic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mariba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachok If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my haunting human speech Could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy. Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That Gladson Bark would say. Just yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What air my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weatling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. And a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mariba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting human speech could tell. Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy. Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What air my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weatling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, He taught me trust, when man's dull logic failed. And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Meribar Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting human speech Could tell, eyes wide with wisdom fine, Compassionate, dear loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What ere my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust, when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom fine, Compassionate, Dear loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What ere my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust, when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Eyes wide with wisdom fine, Compassionate, Dear loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What ere my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust, when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public. Domain. The best friend by Meriva Abbott. Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands was soft, insistent, poor. Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting, Human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, Fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate, If I made merry, then how he would Strive to show his joy. Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say. Just yours and mine, It is fun to be alive, our world. Four walls above the city's din, My crutch the bar that ever held us in. What ere my mood, the fretful word, Or sweet, The swift command, the weedling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow crippled feet. Oh friend, thrice lost, Oh fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mary Bar Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton If I was sad, then he had grief as well. Seeking my hands with soft insistent poor, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting, Human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, Fine, compassionate, dear, loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made Mary, then how he would strive To show his joy? Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say. Just yours and mine, It is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What am I mood? The fretful word, or sweet, The swift command, The weedling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fund heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mary Bar Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Garfield Disuzer If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent bar, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting, Human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, Fine, compassionate, dear, loyal one, That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made Mary, then how he would strive to show his joy? Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What am I mood? The fretful word, or sweet, The swift command, the weedling undertone, His fate was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was your at my slow, cripple feed. Oh friend, trice lost, Oh font-heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Mariba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England. GrahamScottAudio.com If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent, Poor, searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting, Human speech could tell, eyes wide with wisdom, Fine, compassionate, dear, loyal one That knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, Good master, let's to play The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive, our world, Four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What ere my move, the fretful word, Or sweet, the swift command, The weedling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, cripple feed. Oh, friend thrice lost, Oh, fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Maraba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Holly Mossery If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear loyal one that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, Good master, let's to play The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, Tis fun to be alive, our world, Four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in, What air, my mood, The fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weedling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, cripple feed. Oh, friend thrice lost, Oh, fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Maraba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Jedediah Smith If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes That saw more than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy? Good master, let's to play, The world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, To is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What air, my mood, the fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, His love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 2020. Dallas, Texas. If I was sad, then he had grief as well. Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes that saw, More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy, good master, let's play. The world is ours, that gladsome bark would say. Just yours and mine, to is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. Whatever my mood, the fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine, alone. His heaven was here at my slow crippled feet. Oh friend thrice lost, oh fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Maraba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett If I was sad, then he had grief as well. Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw. Searching my face with anxious eyes that saw, More than my halting human speech could tell. Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive To show his joy. Good master, let's to play, The world is ours. That glad some bark would say. Just yours and mine, tis fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's den, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. Whatever my mood, the fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weadling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. Oh friend, thrice lost. Oh fond heart unassailed. He taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Maraba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent paw, Searching my face with anxious eyes, That saw more than my halting human speech could tell. Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy. Good master, let's to play, the world is ours, That gladsome bark would say. Just yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's den, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. What air my mood, the fretful word or sweet, The swift command, the weedling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was here at my slow crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, o fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Maraba Abbott Read for LibriVox.org by caveat If I was sad, then he had grief as well. Seeking my hands with soft insistent pour, Searching my face with anxious eyes that soar, More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy. Good master, let's to play, the world is ours, That gladsome bark would say. Yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch the bar that never held us in. When ere my mood, the fretful word, or sweet, The swept command, the weagling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone, His heaven was there at my slow crippled feet, O friend, thrice lost, o fond heart unassailed, Ye taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Meribah Abbott, read for LibriVox.org If I was sad, then he had grief as well, Seeking my hands with soft, insistent, poor, Searching my face with anxious eyes that soar, More than my halting human speech could tell, Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy. Good master, let's deplay, the world is ours, That gladsome bark would say, Just yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, four walls above the city's din, My crutch the bar that ever held us in. What ere my mood, the fretful word, or sweet, The swept command, the weagling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. O friend, thrice lost, O font-heart unassailed, He taught me trust when man's dull logic failed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Best Friend by Meribah Abbott, read for LibriVox.org by Kudrana If I was sad, then he had grief as well. Seek in my hands with soft, insistent paw, Search in my face with anxious eyes that saw, More than my halting, human speech could tell. Eyes wide with wisdom, fine, compassionate, Dear, loyal one, that knew not wrong nor hate. If I made merry, then how he would strive to show his joy. Good master, let's deplay, the world is ours, That a glance on bark would say, Just yours and mine, it is fun to be alive. Our world, for walls above the citizen, My crutch, the bar that ever held us in. Whatever my mood, a fretful word, or sweet, The swift command, the weagling undertone, His faith was fixed, his love was mine alone. His heaven was here at my slow, crippled feet. Oh friend, trice lost, oh fond heart unassailed, You taught me trust when man's delogic failed. And if poem, this recording is in the public domain.