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Shoe the steed with silver

That bore him to the fray,

When he heard the guns at dawning—

Miles away;

When he heard them calling, calling—

Mount! nor stay:

Quick, or all is lost;

They've surprised and stormed the post,

They push your routed host—

Gallop! retrieve the day.

House the horse in ermine—

For the foam-flake blew

White. through the red October;

He thundered into view;

They cheered him in the looming,

Horseman and horse they knew.