I found a horse of splendid girth
Estranged of life, with glassy eyes,
Miasmad all around with flies
that supped its ribs profound with dearth.
Lame and wounded, deaf and dumb,
Torn and shattered from its prime.
So prematurely cut short time
would leave the cruellest horsman numb.
Broken purpose, heart's decay,
He cantered to this leafy spot
Each unvoiced horsey woe forgot,
Embraced the earth, and passed away.
Fodder for the Knacker's Yard
This proud young beast, this friend of men!
Yet worthy not for word again
except by some intemperate Bard.
They dragged him to the trailer-bay
And rolled their greedy eyes around;
"Between this saddle, and this ground,
We glue-base sought, and glue-base found."
"On this crime of conscience you are caught!
Our thankless tyranny, his dying thought!
It came to court one ill-attended day,
Remorseless wealth replying only -
"Nay".
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