Albert Broderick, Once a Week, Series 1, Volume IX… (1863)
“ To listen to a yet more thrilling lay. Not all alone we wander o’er the sward: A little merry sprite, half black, half “tan,” More than a dog, and yet not quite a man, Is our companion, jester, friend, and guard. Just half-way up the road a gentle rise Reveals the lane, and there, with mingled hope And fear, I search each grassy curve and slope For her who is so pleasant in my eyes. She often comes to meet me: will she come, And stand just in the corner of the lane? She is my Home! Oh! ”
