English poem
To Joy-Of-Life
by Katharine Lee Bates (1863–1929)
So that was why our collie went away, Wise Sigurd, knowing you would come Ere a new springtide by the valley gray, Planning to guide you home,
To bark Heaven's earliest welcome, to entice Those dearest feet the dim glen through, Then proudly up blithe hills of Paradise To "find the path" for you.