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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Enniskillen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,<br>When Danny rode in the Hunters’ Plate<br>On Enniskillen, the raking grey-<br>A mighty jumper, with power to stay!<br>Velvet muzzled, with eye of fire,<br>Clean-legged, slant –shouldered, and tough as wire,<br>Oh, the joy that can fill a colleen’s breast,<br>When her man and horse are dong their best!<br>The summer skies were without a cloud<br>O’er the heads of the frantic, cheering crowd,<br>As he led the field right into the straight,<br>And his eyes met mine, at the five-barred gate.<br>Then they thundered by, like a roaring flood,<br>And oh, good luck to the Irish blood!<br>The Irish blood that in horse or man<br>Has never ‘caved in’ since the world began.<br>He took the last leap, like a bird in the air,<br>Clearing the hurdle, straight and fair,<br>And Enniskillen won!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’d been married for one long blissful year<br>Of hope and struggle, of joy and fear;<br>Our hearts were young, and our hopes were high,<br>And the star of love shone bright in our sky.<br>And I felt like a queen as I hushed to rest<br>The little bright head that lay on my breast;<br>But the air was stifling close and strange<br>With a scent of smoke from the burning range,<br>And I prayed for Danny, riding away<br>On a cattle hunt, on the gallant grey—<br>The smoke came down like a cloud of night,<br>And ranges and trees were blotted from sight,<br>When Enniskillen came galloping home,<br>His grey coat mottled and flecked with foam,<br>And Danny’s face was rigid and white,<br>“Come Sweetheart, we ride for our lives to-night;<br>Wrap this cloak around you, hold Baby fast,<br>And pray, till the danger be overpassed,<br>For the wind has arisen with whirling force,<br>And our lives depend on the dear, grey horse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on God’s good mercy.” – A streak of light,<br>Enniskillen went racing into the night<br>The dim stars peered from a reeling sky,<br>And wild bush creatures came rushing by;<br>As crash on crash the timber fell,<br>And the burning wind was a blast of hell.<br>But Danny held me with steady arm,<br>And the Babe, between us, slept safe from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were nearly through, and the battle won,<br>When Danny drew rein with “Ah God! – We’re done!”<br>For before us the flames met roaring wide,<br>Though safety lay on the other side,<br>One moment, a tremble, the grey horse stood,<br>Then oh, thank God for the Irish blood,<br>The Irish blood that in horse and man<br>Has never ‘ caved in’ since the world began!<br>With a snort of defiance to smoke and flame,<br>Through the raging furnace the grey horse came,<br>Though laboured sobs shook his trembling side,<br>And falling cinders scorched his hide,<br>And Enniskillen won!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grass is waving on hill and plain,<br>And peace and plenty are here again;<br>Our little home rebuilt once more,<br>And the lean struggling year are o’er.<br>There’s a paddock green on the river flat,<br>Where a dear grey horse roams strong ans fat,<br>Though on his back the scars still show,<br>Deep scars where never a hair can grow.<br>But still he holds his head with pride,<br>And treads the earth with a kingly stride,<br>Proud of his Irish blood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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When Danny rode in the Hunters’ Plate
On Enniskillen, the raking grey-
A mighty jumper, with power to stay!
Velvet muzzled, with eye of fire,
Clean-legged, slant –shouldered, and tough as wire,
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