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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Henry AmesBlood

716 Comrades

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,

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

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

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;

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.