by Margaret E. Sangster
I saw a little dog today,
And oh, that dog was lost;
He risked his anguished puppy life
With every street he crossed.
He shrank away from outstretched
He winced at every hail --
Against the city's bigness he
Looked very small and frail.
Distrust lay in his tortured eyes,
His body shook
(I wondered when he'd eaten last --
And where he'd slept at night!)
I whistled, and I followed him,
And hoped that he might guess
That all my soul reached out to him,
And offered friendliness!
So many times I have been lost,
And lonely and afraid!
I followed through the crowded
I followed -- and I prayed.
And then the God of little things,
Who knows when sparrows fall,
Put trust into the puppy's heart
him heed my call. . . .