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Tribute to the Horse
Where, in this wide world, Can man find nobility without pride, Friendship without envy, Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle, And strength by gentleness confined He serves without servility He has fought without enmity
There is nothing so powerful, Nothing less violent There is nothing so quick, Nothing more patient
England's past has been borne on his back, All our history is his industry We are his heirs, He our inheritance
The Horse by Ronald Duncan
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