That bears the headlong ostrich far beyond

The baffled steed and rider? not withheld

By the instinctive tenderness that chains

The brooding bird, she scatters on the sands

Her unborn hopes, regardless though the foot

May trampling crush them.

Hast thou given the Horse

His glorious strength, and clothed his arching neck

With thunder? At the armed host he mocks,—

The rattling quiver, and the glittering spear.