Lead him away!--his day is done,
His satin coat and velvet eye
Are dimmed as moonlight in the sun
Is lost upon the sky.
Lead him away!--his rival stands
A calf of shiny gold;
His masters kneel with lifted hands
To this base thing and bold.
Lead him away!--far down the past,
Where sentiment has fled;
But, gentlemen, just at the last,
Drink deep!--_the thoroughbred_!