Margaret's Remembrance of Lightfoot.

My beautiful steed, ’Tis painful indeed To think we are parted forever; That on no sunny day, With light spirits and gay, Over hills far away, We shall joyously travel together. Thy soft glossy mane I shall ne’er see again, Nor thy proudly arched neck ’gain behold; Nor admire that in thee, Which so seldom we see, A kind, gentle spirit, yet bold. Thou wert pleasant indeed My darling grey steed, “In my mind’s eye” thou’rt beautiful still; For when thou wert old Thy heart grew not cold, Its warm current time never could chill. Not a stone marks the spot Where they laid thee, Lightfoot, And no fence to enclose thee around; But what if there’s not, Deep engraved on my heart Thy loved image may ever be found.