THE HORSE 

 Braced in the sineiry vigor of ihtj hrced. 

 In pride of generous strength, thou stately steed; 

 Thy hroad chest to the battle's front is given, 

 Thy mane fair floating to the winds of heaven, 

 Thy stamping hoofs the jlinty pebbles break; 

 Graceful the rising of thine arched neck. 

 Thy bridle-bits white flakes of foam unlock; 

 From thy moved nostrils bursts the curling smoke. 

 Thy kindling eye-balls bi-ave the glaring south, 

 And dreadful is the thunder of thy mouth; 

 V.liilst low to earth thy curving haunches bend, 

 Thy sweepy tail involved in clouds of sand. 

 Erect in air thou rear'st thy front of pride, 

 And ringst the plated harness at thy side! 



JOAXNA BAILLIE. 



