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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384418" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Salvator Won</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,<br>More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.<br>I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout<br>Went up from the people who watched me ride out;<br>And the cheers that rang forth from that warm-hearted crowd,<br>Were as earnest as those to which monarch e'er bowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My heart thrilled with pleasure so keen it was pain<br>As I patted my Salvator's soft silken mane;<br>And a sweet shiver shot from his hide to my hand<br>As we passed by the multitude down to the stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The great waves of cheering came billowing back,<br>As the hoofs of brave Tenny rang swift down the track;<br>And he stood there beside us, all bone and all muscle,<br>Our noble opponent, well trained for the tussle<br>That waited us there on the smooth, shining course.<br>My Salvator, fair to the lovers of horse,<br>As a beautiful woman is fair to man's sight-<br>Pure type of the thoroughbred, clean-limbed and bright,-<br>Stood taking the plaudits as only his due,<br>And nothing at all unexpected or new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And then, there before us the bright flag is spread,<br>There's a roar from the grand stand, and Tenny's ahead;<br>At the sound of the voices that shouted 'a go!'<br>He sprang like an arrow shot straight from the bow.<br>I tighten the reins on Prince Charlie's great son-<br>He is off like a rocket, the race is begun.<br>Half-way down the furlong, their heads are together,<br>Scarce room 'twixt their noses to wedge in a feather;<br>Past grand stand, and judges, in neck-to-neck strife,<br>Ah, Salvator, boy! 'tis the race of your life.<br>I press my knees closer, I coax him, I urge,<br>I feel him go out with a leap and a surge;<br>I see him creep on, inch by inch, stride by stride,<br>While backward, still backward, falls Tenny beside.<br>We are nearing the turn, the first quarter is past-<br>'Twixt leader and chaser the daylight is cast.<br>The distance elongates, still Tenny sweeps on,<br>As graceful and free-limbed and swift as a fawn;<br>His awkwardness vanished, his muscles all strained-<br>A noble opponent, well born and well trained.<br>I glanced o'er my shoulder, ha! Tenny, the cost<br>Of that one second's flagging, will be-the race lost.<br>One second's weak yielding of courage and strength,<br>And the daylight between us has doubled its length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The first mile is covered, the race is mine-no!<br>For the blue blood of Tenny responds to a blow.<br>He shoots through the air like a ball from a gun,<br>And the two lengths between us are shortened to one.<br>My heart is contracted, my throat feels a lump,<br>For Tenny's long neck is at Salvator's rump;<br>And now with new courage, grown bolder and bolder,<br>I see him once more running shoulder to shoulder.<br>With knees, hands and body I press my grand steed;<br>I urge him, I coax him, I pray him to heed!<br>Oh, Salvator! Salvator! list to my calls,<br>For the blow of my whip will hurt both if it falls.<br>There's a roar from the crowd like the ocean in storm,<br>As close to my saddle leaps Tenny's great form,<br>One more mighty plunge, and with knee, limb and hand,<br>I lift my horse first by a nose past the stand.<br>We are under the string now-the great race is done,<br>And Salvator, Salvator, Salvator won!<br>Cheer, hoar-headed patriarchs; cheer loud, I say<br>'Tis the race of a century witnessed to-day!<br>Though ye live twice the space that's allotted to men<br>Ye never will see such a grand race again.<br>Let the shouts of the populace roar like the surf<br>For Salvator, Salvator, king of the turf!<br>He has broken the record of thirteen long years;<br>He has won the first place in a vast line of peers.<br>'Twas a neck-to-neck contest, a grand, honest race,<br>And even his enemies grant him his place.<br>Down into the dust let old records be hurled,<br>And hang out 2.05 in the gaze of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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