Classic Poem

The Dog

The dog was there, outside her door
She gave it food and drink,
She gave it shelter from the cold:
It was the night young Molly robbed
An old fool of his gold

" Molly, " I said, " you'll go to hell " —
And yet I half believed
That ugly, famished, tottering cur
Would bark outside the gates of Heaven,
To open them for Her!English