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100 THE LIGHT O' THE MOON

[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood and disposition]

The Old Horse in the City

HE moon's a peck of corn. It lies Heaped up for me to eat. I wish that I might climb the path And taste that supper sweet.

Men feed me straw and scanty grain And beat me till I'm sore. Some day I'll break the halter-rope And smash the stable-door,

Run down the street and mount the hill Just as the corn appears. I've seen it rise at certain times For years and years and years.