  A steed with mutiny inspired The stud which grazed the mead, and fired A colt, whose eyes then blazing fire, Stood forth and thus expressed his ire: "How abject is the equine race, Condemned to slavery's disgrace! Consider, friends, the deep reproach— Harnessed to drag the gilded coach, To drag the plough, to trot the road, To groan beneath the pack-horse load! Whom do we serve?—a two-legged man, Of feeble frame, of visage wan. What! must our noble jaws submit To champ and foam their galling bit? He back and spur me? Let him first Control the lion—tiger's thirst: I here avow that I disdain His might, that I reject his reign. He freedom claims, and why not we? The nag that wills it, must be free!" He paused: the intervening pause Was followed by some horse-applause. An ancient Nestor of the race Advanced, with sober solemn pace; With age and long experience wise, He cast around his thoughtful eyes. He said: "I was with strength endued, And knew the tasks of servitude; Now I am old—and now these plains And grateful man, repay my pains. I ofttimes marvelled to think, how He knew the times to reap and plough; And to his horses gave a share Of the fair produce of the year. He built the stable, stored the hay, And winnowed oats from day to day. Since every creature is decreed To aid his brother in his need, We served each other—horse and man— And carried out the Eternal plan, And each performed his part assigned: Then calm your discontented mind." The Nestor spoke—the colt submitted— And, like his ancestry, was bitted. |
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