 | The Stranger at the Gate |  |
THE LYRIC
Give the good gaunt horse the rein,
Sting him with the steel!
Set his nervous thews astrain,
Let him feel the winner's pain,
Master-hand and -heel!
Fling him, hurl him at the wire
Though he sob and bleed!
Play upon him as a lyre—
Speed is music set on fire—
Oh, the splendid steed!
Sting him with the steel!
Set his nervous thews astrain,
Let him feel the winner's pain,
Master-hand and -heel!
Fling him, hurl him at the wire
Though he sob and bleed!
Play upon him as a lyre—
Speed is music set on fire—
Oh, the splendid steed!
Hurl the lyric swift and true
Like a shaft of Doom!
Like the lightning's blade of blue
Letting all the heavens through,
And shuddering back to gloom!
Like the sudden river-thaw,
Like a sabered throng,
Give it fury clothed in awe—
Speed is half the lyric law—
Oh, the mighty song!
Like a shaft of Doom!
Like the lightning's blade of blue
Letting all the heavens through,
And shuddering back to gloom!
Like the sudden river-thaw,
Like a sabered throng,
Give it fury clothed in awe—
Speed is half the lyric law—
Oh, the mighty song!
| The Stranger at the Gate | |