Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure!
Should prosperous life debauch my erring heart,
And whispering pride repel the patriot’s part;
Should my foot falter at ambition’s shrine
And for mean lucre quit the path divine,
Then may I think of thee—when I was poor—
Whose heart was faithful and whose step was sure.
The following address of an Arab to his horse is translated from the Arabic by Bayard Taylor:
Come, my beauty! come, my desert darling!
On my shoulder lay thy glossy head.