Roxy’s Deliverance

Beside the kennels, dim and still,
Where sorrow cast its heavy will,
A gentle dog in silence lay,
Her trust in humankind astray.

No meadow’s bloom, no morning breeze,
No song of thrush among the trees,
Had stirred her heart, nor bid her see
The simple joys of being free.

Yet came a hand, both kind and mild,
That stooped as mother greets her child;
And though she trembled, scarred by pain,
A sigh broke forth—like spring from rain.

O blessed change! from fear to grace,
The smile returning to her face;
From chains of grief, her soul unpenned,
She found her breath, her truest friend.

Now through the mountain paths she goes,
Where crystal streams unwearied flows;
In fields of snow she leaps with glee,
The world at last her sanctuary.

So speaks her tale: that hearts once torn
May bloom anew with love reborn;
And Nature, with her healing art,
Restores the soul, restores the heart.

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