The Grenada gazette., 1888-02-11
OUR RACER.

OUR RACER.
On. the echoing beat
q ~ hurrying feet
U . ce1elA Old Racer, fearless and 3eet!
S"eugh the winters snow
U NE summers glow
No y od ME IN ARROW shot out Of bcv;
Through the golden autumn his htos baas
Yne;
But onward ever,
He gives US never
In any season backward sprtn0.
And no mortal may hold him for sood or 70,
crime
For The name Of this ,nev.vh... Race, 1.
Re has IN odd knack
OF iseattering back
n few white hairs on bis cleaning track.
We're most Of us fain
This Razor to gain,
And ready to grasp him are oil In the man4.
We grasp ut his forelock, but ever In vain
We sfF sp our tempers our fances to-
His PAGES he never will bride one Dit.
He reg"s like monarch Of absolute right
And only his trace are left TO our sight
Though we chafe and nag,
de VIII sometimes lag
With weary dra0,
Win carriage like TO o jaded Aack;
He will sometimes dash
Like y lightning fash,
A though reckless PA1eto1 stood on his back.
And we're sorry to say
In his sanciful play
He is very much given to running away;
Though fiat contradiction we own IL to be.
Yet who such steady old plodder as he!
He's n difficult creature to ride we allow;
Not all OF US even can find him.
Too many hava never been on him, We know;
Too many come chasing behind him.
But many y Decd
We all have agreed,
Wen 10 II you give us this gallop,ng steed.
Yet. sad to relate,
There are many who hate
And are trying TO kill him both early and late.
To lose him is easy, vet be II confessed
The musical people can keep him the best;
Yet many among them are cruel, we fear,
And humor the grudge that they bear him:
For some O! them beat him quite often, we
hear,
And rarely are willing to spare him.
Ovcrtax the speed
OF a mortal steed,
""o NV "A ihAA IA buC HOuE Vi your BTeAGcS :
need
Abuse this old Racer and outrage his mower.
He'll fail AZ your need in a terrible hour
We are often told
OF the barons bold,
On their gallant young steeds, IN the days Of
Ok;
But, alas we've heard
II has been averred
For him and his gambols ungallant's the word.
Our Rrici ut his antics he scorniully spurns,
Though he hair Of our heads into silver he
turns
Or rechiossly throws us, and tramplng about
Without any mercy he drags II all out;
And after long years OF companonship yearns-
Ungallantly deemng US pity beneath
In some Of his capers to knock out our teethi
In the course OF this courser yolll easily trace
On the course with this Racer 'ts useless to
race,
He will get so completely the best Of the case
With the worst and the best Of the whole hu.
man race.
No natter how wildly We urge him TO stay,
This monster ungratefuL with only neigh,
VIII Kick mp his heels as in frolicsome play,
Without any urging be of and away.
Yet we sometimes deem
In the eyes that so calm and so innocent
seem.
timely suggestion we venture TO write,
Though tediously time.worn and tiresomely
trie.
II once yon have lost him it's vain 10 repent;
II boots not to spur up your tagging intent;
Regretting and fretting
ARE futile and rnin;
To seek him is only TO lose him again.
When suddenly enters chattering guest,
What savage suggestions we've often 70
pressed
And though like q seraph we placidly smiled,
With rage and Impotence We nearly were
wild.
What time our wrath in exhaustion dies,
Our charger is captured before Our eyes.
This Racer some equine concomtants fail:
On earth here below,
As all Of US know,
Most quadrupeds end In a commonplace tail
One fact 10 your notice we wish to commend,
This Racer his way will continue to wend,
Like the horse Of Munchaussn, without any
endi
--Ch9rle,te W. Thurstoa, il Harper's Wsskly.