Where in this wide world can one find
nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
More, something whose grace is laced with muscle
and strength by gentleness confined?
Who serves without servility,
has fought without enmity.
There is nothing as quick,
nothing more patient.
The world's past has been born on their back.
All of our history is their majesty.
We are their heirs; they our inheritance.
The Horse.

-Robert Duncan's "Tribute to the Horse"