SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



We, too, sprung from mares of the prophet 

 of Mecca, 

 And nursed on the pride that was born with 

 the milk. 

 And filtered through ''Crucifix," ''Beeswing," 

 " Rebecca," 

 We love sheen of scarlet and shimmer of 

 silk. 



We, too, sprung from loins of the Ishmaelite 

 stallions. 

 We glory in daring that dies or prevails ; 

 From counter of squadrons, and crash of 

 battalions, 

 To rending of blackthorns, and rattle of rails. 



In all strife where courage is tested, and power, 

 From the meet on the hill-side, the horn- 

 blast, the find, 



The burst, the longgallopthat seems to devour 

 The champaign, all obstacles flinging behind. 



To the cheer and the clarion, the war-music 



blended 



With war-cry, the furious dash at the foe, 



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