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gly pass one day of my life without comforting a sad soul, or showing mercy, and I praise God for this occasion." IZAAK WALTON'S _Lives_. * * * * * THE HORSE. Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with his trembling mane? Hast thou taught him to bound like the locust? How majestic his snorting! how terrible! He paweth in the valley; he exulteth in his strength, And rusheth into the midst of arms. He laugheth at fear; he trembleth not, And turneth not back from the sword. Against him rattle the quiver, The flaming spear, and the lance. With rage and fury he devoureth the ground; He will not believe that the trumpet soundeth. At every blast of the trumpet, he saith, Aha! And snuffeth the battle afar off,-- The thunder of the captains, and the war-shout. _Job, chap._ 39, NOYES' _Translation_. * * * * * THE BIRTH OF THE HORSE. FROM THE ARABIC. When Allah's breath created first The noble Arab steed,-- The conqueror of all his race In courage and in speed,-- To the South-wind He spake: From thee A creature shall have birth, To be the bearer of my arms And my renown on earth. Then to the perfect horse He spake: Fortune to thee I bring; Fortune, as long as rolls the earth, Shall to thy forelock cling. Without a pinion winged thou art, And fleetest with thy load; Bridled art thou without a rein, And spurred without a goad. BAYARD TAYLOR. * * * * * TO HIS HORSE. Come, my beauty! come, my desert darling! On my shoulder lay thy glossy head! Fear not, though the barley-sack be empty, Here's the half of Hassan's scanty bread. Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty! And thou know'st my water-skin is free: Drink and welcome, for the wells are distant, And my strength and safety lie in thee. Bend thy forehead now, to take my kisses! Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye: Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle,-- Thou art proud he owns thee: so am I. Let the Sultan bring his boasted horses, Prancing with their diamond-studded reins; They, my darling, shall not match thy fleetness When they course with thee the desert plains! We
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