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Show j The Passing of the Horse. 1 I When the tractors stalled ih the heaping drifts And chugged till their breath was gone, We called them, then, to the task again, That we might carry on. We called to the faithful, willing teams, Close linked with our human lives, To lend once more to the need of war To free the seventy-fives. i Into the thick of the driving storm They plunged and tugged their way Was it delight in their last brave fight, At dusk of a passing day? I felt the thrill of the heaving life Bearing me through the snow, Then passed in flight before my sight, Steeds of the long ago. I saw them hitched to the Pharaoh's car When the pyramids were new ' When the Romans raced, and Caesar graced i The chariot they drew. And down through all the countless years, I From the early dawn till now, : They have- borne the warrior in the j charge, They have drawn the toller's plow, And who was he, the first to ride, , In apme dim age long past i When the world was new? We know not I who, 1 But shall we be -ttie last? The life, a willing sacrifice-As sacrifice-As old aa time, alas! The noble life that shared our strife, Oh. shall we see it pass? Enos B. Comstock, In December St, Nicholas. . i |