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Ijbought thee as a yearling, and the promise of thy youth 

 For stoutness, speed, and gentleness, was well fulfilled 



in truth. 

 Right worthy of thy line, thy sire, whom o'er the 



Beacon Course 

 Newmarket well remembers as a good and honest horse ; 

 Thy dam, whom legs and bookmakers all voted was a 



hoax 

 Until at Epsom she came out, the winner of the Oaks. 

 And all their qualities were thine, unlike each meaner 



steed 

 There was the pride of conscious power, the ease of 



conscious speed; 

 Like them thou did'st not fret and chafe before hounds 



went away, 

 But when the pace became severe, how far behind were 



they! 



Though high and strong the rails, on thee I needed not 



to crane; 

 Though wide and deep the ditch might be, for thee it 



gaped in vain ! 

 When horse and man were going down, though good 



and stout they were ; 

 As if thy very feet were winged, thou'st borne me safe 



and fair ! 

 When hounds were racing for their fox, fast running 



into view. 

 Still was thy mettle high and keen, still was thine action 



true. 

 Foxes may fly and hounds may run, and horses still will 



tire, 

 Yet 'twas not so with thee, my steed, thou wast indeed 



a flyer ! 



