THE REMOUNT TRAIN 



Bv W. H. OC.II.VIE 



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VERY head ncross the bar, 

 Every blaze and snip and star, 

 Every nervous, twitching ear, 

 Every soft eye filled u'ith fear, 

 Seeks a friend, and seems to say : ^^ 

 " Whither now, and .ehere away ? " 

 Seeks a friend and seems to ask : 

 " Where the goal, and ichal the task?" 



Wave the green flag ! Let them go /— 

 Only horses ? Yes, I know ; 

 But my heart goes down the line 

 With them, and their grief is mine ! — 

 There goes honour, there goes faith, 

 Down the way of dule and death. 

 Ridden 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 il must face ! 

 There go stoutness, stroi-lh and speed 

 To be spent ,ehere imne shall heed, 

 And great hearts to face their fate 

 In the clash of human hate ! 



Wave the flag, and let them go /— 

 Hats off to that wistful 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 ! 

 Mav \ou flnd in those far lands 

 Kindl'v hearts and horsemen's hands ! 



