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POEMS AND SONGS
Out o’er the balcony bending;
With shouts the tiger’s heart they tease,
Their thirst for blood soon to appease,
To onset new him sending.
The people clapped and laughed and cheered,
The tiger sprang, the horse upreared;
No blood to see was given,
For fortune held the horse too dear,
To him the tiger could not near,
In flying curves hoof-driven.
To say who won I will not try;
For lo, this rustic horse am I,
And on the conflict ’’s going; —
The city, though, where it occurs,
And where it cheers and laughter stirs,
Is known without my showing.
I fight, but have no hate or spite,
From what I love draw gladness bright,
My right to wrath reserving.
It is my blood, my soul, that goes
In every line of all my blows,
And guides their course unswerving. ©
But as I stand here now to-day,
Nor grudge nor vengeance can me sway,
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