| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| The Nor’-West Courier |
| | | John E. Logan (b. 1852) |
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| UP, my dogs, merrily, | |
| The morn sun is shining, | |
| Our path is uncertain, | |
| And night’s sombre curtain | |
| May drop on us, verily, | 5 |
| Ere time for reclining; | |
| So, up, without whining, | |
| You rascals, instanter, | |
| Come into your places | |
| There, stretch out your traces, | 10 |
| And off, at a canter. | |
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| Up, my dogs, cheerily, | |
| The noon sun is glowing; | |
| Fast and still faster, | |
| Come, follow your master; | 15 |
| Or to-night we may wearily, | |
| Tired and drearily, | |
| Travel, not knowing | |
| What moment disaster | |
| May sweep in the storm-blast, | 20 |
| And over each form cast | |
| A shroud in its blowing. | |
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| On, my dogs, steadily, | |
| Though keen winds are shifting | |
| The snowflakes, and drifting | 25 |
| Them straight in your faces; | |
| Come, answer me readily, | |
| Not wildly nor headily, | |
| Plunging and lifting | |
| Your feet, keep your paces; | 30 |
| For yet we shall weather | |
| The blizzard together, | |
| Though evil our case is. | |
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| Sleep, my dogs, cosily, | |
| Coiled near the fire, | 35 |
| That higher and higher | |
| Sheds its light rosily | |
| Out o’er the snow and sky; | |
| Sleep in the ruddy glow, | |
| Letting Keewaydin blow | 40 |
| Fierce in his ire. | |
| Sleep, my dogs, soundly; | |
| For to-morrow we roundly | |
| Must buffet the foe. | |
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