MORVICH 



every kindness and gi\e in return full measure 

 and running over. 



You pat him on the shoulder, smooth his 

 forehead with gentle stroke and speak kind 

 words to him. Two proud hearts in common! 



Then too, there is the nobler breed with 

 "all the line of his fathers known," the steeds 

 whose pride is in the chase and in the thrill of 

 the track. 



The world will never grow so old as to for- 

 get the sensation and the glory of the fast mov- 

 ing steed, in the heat of rivalry as he "trots 

 the air" and causes the earth to sing as he 

 touches it with fleet, limbed and beautiful feet, 

 racing around the course, bending against the 

 rail at the third quarter, mounting as on wings, 

 with each lengthened tread, pounding the 

 earth as if it were the soft dalliance of the 

 king's chariot way, stretching his flaming neck 

 as if to nose his challenged right to the goal 

 and the gong, coming forth in the last lap in 

 the froth and foam and fury of his haste, dash- 



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