The horse in harness casts an eye of woeand plods along her daily weary path.Perhaps she dreams of places she could goAnd disregard all masters and their wrath: –Of endless meadows green with knee-deep grassand running waters cool and fresh to drink…–Of vistas wide and open… but , alas…these things a horse is not supposed …
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