ODE TO THE HORSE. 



"Who does not love a noble horse, 



So trusty and so kind? 

 He serves his master part in fear 



And love and faith combined. 



He is not only man's best friend, 



But man's best servant, too: 

 Whether treated good, or treated ill, 



He is faithful, kind and true. 



He plows the ground and plants the grain, 



He reaps and rakes and mows; 

 And draws the heavy harvest wain 



From morn till evening's close. 



He treads the course with lightning speed, 



Though often much abused: 

 And strains each nerve with powerful will, 



That man may be amused. 



Then let the hand that guides the- rein 



Be ever kind and true: 

 For the horse is God's creation. n\>\. 



As much as I or you." 



— Mrs. S. E. Currver, wife of the author. 



