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SNOW FLAKE AND ONNOLEE.
I.
There is a mare whose silken hairGleams in the sun like gold,
Her nostrils spread and beauteous head
Show lineage high and bold.
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Wherever reins are drawn;
Like other steeds no whip she needs
To swiftly urge her on.
II.
And by her side, with even stride,Speeds Onnolee, her mate;
The bits she champs while on she tramps
Untiring in her gait.
The look of game in her sinewy frame
Commands the turfmen's praise;
On her glossy coat and mane afloat
The ladies' love to gaze.
III.
An Arab sire has given fireTo dark eyes full and clear;
Away with checks for their arching necks
While both outpace the deer!
The fastest nag in rear must lag
When they are stripped to trot;
Though bad the track they will not slack,
Of a breed that falters not.
IV.
Sure-footed, strong, they move alongFleet as the gliding doe;
Hooves small and round upon the ground
Fall light as flakes of snow.
Each agile limb of these trotters trim
Is laced with swelling veins:
Look out! look out! when they're about,
And Harry holds the reins!
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