TO A DOG

If there is no God for thee

Then there is no God for me

If He sees not when you share

 With the poor your frugal fare,

 Does not see you at a grave,

Every instinct bred to save;

As if you were the only one 

Believing in a resurrection;

When you wait, as lovers do, 

Watching till your friend comes true;

Does not reverence when you take

 Angry words for love's sweet sake;

If his eye does not approve

All your faith and pain and love;

If the heart of justice fail 

And is for you of no avail;

If there is no heaven for thee

 Then there is no heaven for me.

II

If the Lord they tell us of

Died for men yet loves not love,

If from out His Paradise

He shuts the innocent and wise,

The gay, obedient, simple, good, 

The docile ones, of friendly mood,

Those who die to save a friend 

Heavenly faithful to the end;

If there is no cross for thee. 

Then there is no cross for me.

III

If its boughs reach not so high

That they bowed star and sky,

If its roots are not so sound

That they cleave the heavy ground,

If it thrills not through all Nature

 Plunged through every living creature,

If its leaves do not enmesh

 Every bit of groaning flesh,

If it strike no mighty spur

Through fang and claw and tooth and fur

Piercing tree and earth and stone,

 Then indeed I stand alone.

Nothing less than this can save

 Me, from out my fleshly grave,

Me, in whom such jungles are 

Where the beasts go out to war.

If there is no God for thee

 Then there is no God for me.