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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rio Grande's Last Race</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now this was what Macpherson told <br>While waiting in the stand; <br>A reckless rider, over-bold, <br>The only man with hands to hold <br>The rushing Rio Grande. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, `This day I bid good-bye <br>To bit and bridle rein, <br>To ditches deep and fences high, <br>For I have dreamed a dream, and I <br>Shall never ride again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I dreamt last night I rode this race <br>That I to-day must ride, <br>And cant'ring down to take my place <br>I saw full many an old friend's face <br>Come stealing to my side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Dead men on horses long since dead, <br>They clustered on the track; <br>The champions of the days long fled, <br>They moved around with noiseless tread - <br>Bay, chestnut, brown, and black. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And one man on a big grey steed <br>Rode up and waved his hand; <br>Said he, &quot;We help a friend in need, <br>And we have come to give a lead <br>To you and Rio Grande. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`&quot;For you must give the field the slip, <br>So never draw the rein, <br>But keep him moving with the whip, <br>And if he falter - set your lip <br>And rouse him up again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`&quot;But when you reach the big stone wall, <br>Put down your bridle hand <br>And let him sail - he cannot fall - <br>But don't you interfere at all; <br>You trust old Rio Grande.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`We started, and in front we showed, <br>The big horse running free: <br>Right fearlessly and game he strode, <br>And by my side those dead men rode <br>Whom no one else could see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`As silently as flies a bird, <br>They rode on either hand; <br>At every fence I plainly heard <br>The phantom leader give the word, <br>&quot;Make room for Rio Grande!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`I spurred him on to get the lead, <br>I chanced full many a fall; <br>But swifter still each phantom steed <br>Kept with me, and at racing speed <br>We reached the big stone wall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And there the phantoms on each side <br>Drew in and blocked his leap; <br>&quot;Make room! make room!&quot; I loudly cried, <br>But right in front they seemed to ride - <br>I cursed them in my sleep. `He never flinched, he faced it game, <br>He struck it with his chest, <br>And every stone burst out in flame, <br>And Rio Grande and I became <br>As phantoms with the rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And then I woke, and for a space <br>All nerveless did I seem; <br>For I have ridden many a race, <br>But never one at such a pace <br>As in that fearful dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`And I am sure as man can be <br>That out upon the track, <br>Those phantoms that men cannot see <br>Are waiting now to ride with me, <br>And I shall not come back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`For I must ride the dead men's race, <br>And follow their command; <br>'Twere worse than death, the foul disgrace <br>If I should fear to take my place <br>To-day on Rio Grande.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He mounted, and a jest he threw, <br>With never sign of gloom; <br>But all who heard the story knew <br>That Jack Macpherson, brave and true, <br>Was going to his doom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They started, and the big black steed <br>Came flashing past the stand; <br>All single-handed in the lead <br>He strode along at racing speed, <br>The mighty Rio Grande. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on his ribs the whalebone stung, <br>A madness it did seem! <br>And soon it rose on every tongue <br>That Jack Macpherson rode among <br>The creatures of his dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked to left and looked to right, <br>As though men rode beside; <br>And Rio Grande, with foam-flecks white, <br>Raced at his jumps in headlong flight <br>And cleared them in his stride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they reached the big stone wall, <br>Down went the bridle-hand, <br>And loud we heard Macpherson call, <br>`Make room, or half the field will fall! <br>Make room for Rio Grande!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">`He's down! he's down!' And horse and man <br>Lay quiet side by side! <br>No need the pallid face to scan, <br>We knew with Rio Grande he ran <br>The race the dead men ride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A.B. (Banjo) Paterson</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Barton+Paterson">Andrew Barton Paterson</a><div class=q>
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While waiting in the stand; 
A reckless rider, over-bold, 
The only man with hands to hold 
The rushing Rio Grande. 

He said, `This day I bid good-bye 
To bit and bridle rein, 
To ditches deep and fences high, 
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