A Boy And His Horse!

Hassan and His Horse

 Some time in the night he felt

Atair searching for his belt.

 

In his teeth he seized it fast,

Raised the boy and swiftly passed

 

All the guards that sleeping lay;

Cleared the camp, and sped away

 

Toward the black tent in the South

With his master in his mouth.

 

Lightly fell his flying feet –

Never was a horse so fleet;

 

Pausing not until once more

Hassan was before his door. . .

 

Kids of Many Colors.

By Grace Duffie Boylan and Ike Morgan.

Hurst and Company Publishers: New York. CA 1909.