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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
716. Comrades
By Henry Ames Blood
ONE steed I have of common clay,
  And one no less than regal;
By day I jog on old Saddlebags,
  By night I fly upon Eagle:
To store, to market, to field, to mill,        5
  One plods with patient patter,
Nor hears along the far-off heights
  The hoofs of his comrade clatter.
To field, to market, to mill he goes,
  Nor sees his comrade gleaming        10
Where he flies along the purple hills,
  Nor the flame from his bridle streaming;
Sees not his track, nor the sparks of fire
  So terribly flashing from it,
As they flashed from the track of Alborak        15
  When he bravely carried Mahomet.
One steed, in a few short years, will rest
  Under the grasses yonder;
The other will come there centuries hence
  To linger and dream and ponder;        20
And yet both steeds are mine to-day,
  The immortal and the mortal:
One beats alone the clods of earth,
  One stamps at heaven’s portal.


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