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.