304 MODERN PIG-STICKING 



Sadly we gaze in sorrow and keenly wish that he, 



Our gallant grim old warrior, were living still and free. 



He shall not roaming wander, he shall not tread again 



The smiling luscious cornfields, the stretching grassy plain. 



And should kind fate befall us we hope like him to lie 

 Who nobly died, in all his pride, model of chivalry. 



So, through days of friendship true, riding our hardest still, 

 Little we reck of falling, lightly we deem a spill ; 



Laughing at all mischances or petty broken bone, 



With pain for others' evils more deep than for our own, 



Sad o'er the injured horses — we pray that year by year 

 The music sweet of flying feet may thunder in our ear. 



These scenes are burnt full deeply. Theirs not the passing hour 

 To need the artist's cunning or call for writer's power, 



When o'er the world the twilight recalls the parted day 

 As with feet old and weary we sadly tread our way — 



'Mid the memories thronging, sweet and clear above them all, 

 Are the voices of the Kadir — when we hear the Kadir call. 



A. E. W. 



THE END 



Printed by R. & R. Clark, Limited, Edinburgh. 



