THE REMOUNT TRAIN 



By W. H. 0G1LVII-: 



C'VERY head across tlie hew, 

 ■*-' Every blaze and snip and slar, 

 Every nervous, hvitching ear, 

 Every soft eye filled ivith fear, 

 Seeks a friend, and seems to say : 

 " Whither noiv, and where aivay ? " 

 Seeks a friend and seems to ask : 

 " ]]liere the goal, and ivhat the task?" 



Wave the green flag ! Let them go ! — ■ 

 Only horses ? Yes, I knoiv ; 

 But mv heart goes down the line 

 With them, and their grief is mine! — 

 There goes honour, there goes faith, 

 Down the "way of dide and death. 

 Hidden in the cloud that clings 

 To the battle-wrath of kings ! 



There goes timid child-like trust 

 To the burden and the dust ! 

 High-born courage, princely grace 

 To the peril it must face ! 

 There go stoutness, strength and speed 

 To be spent where none shall heed, 

 And great hearts to face their fate 

 In the clash of human hate I 



Wave the flag, and let them go ! — 

 Hats off to that ivistful row 

 Of lean heads of brown and bay, 

 Black and chestnut, roan and grey ! 

 Here's good luck in lands afar — 

 Snow-white streak, and blaze, and star ! 

 May you find in those far lands 

 Kindlv hearts and horsemen s hands I 



