Elizabethan days . as chanceTo win at seven-furlongs distance. Id read the entries, which was nothing new,And having that day little else to doExcept indulge my fondness for the horse,I went by early train to the race-course. For I had seen Fair Lady Anna downA chestnut filly of some renown,And for her Names Sake I declared Id playHer—Its all in a lifetime, anyway! I watched the first and second races through, I placed my bet, and then emerged to view The horses as they passed the grandstand, one by , his black coat glistening in the sun,And Dan McKenna, Lily of the West,The long-l
Elizabethan days . as chanceTo win at seven-furlongs distance. Id read the entries, which was nothing new,And having that day little else to doExcept indulge my fondness for the horse,I went by early train to the race-course. For I had seen Fair Lady Anna downA chestnut filly of some renown,And for her Names Sake I declared Id playHer—Its all in a lifetime, anyway! I watched the first and second races through, I placed my bet, and then emerged to view The horses as they passed the grandstand, one by , his black coat glistening in the sun,And Dan McKenna, Lily of the West,The long-legged Haviland, and all the the Fair Lady Anna cantered up the track,With little black Sidney Bonner bouncing on her off! the shout comes from the standAnd cries of partisans arise on every hand—With Dan McKenna leading at three-quarters post,But the fleet Lady Anna moving toward him like a ghost—-And in less than a minute more the race is run:The numbers hoisted, Fair Lady Annas won! 46. VALENTINE HOEVER tries to win must lose, Even the thought is heresy to Fate;Ours is the right to love and not to choose—Those who hope are barred without the gate. To-day is all—especially if it broughtSomeone into our life—who fills a place Deeper and dearer than we ever thought—Make best of it, as evidence of grace! If we still wish—and try to seize the powerThat joins and severs, gives and takes We rank ourselves as gods—an awful hourOf retribution our presumption makes. But if we go on our way and fain implore—The Lord of Fate will smile upon our path If it is best he should—why ask for more?—Ingratitude deserves the divine wrath. *J« #|i JfC rj* JfJ Jj£ 3j* Therefore I dare not hope that youll be mine,But simply be my Valentine! 47
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