THE MELBOURNE CUP.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 2996, 2 November 1882, Page 3

THE MELBOURNE CUP.

! (By a Victim.) The Assyrian came down, like a wolf on the fold, Filling the Bookmakers’ pockets with gold; And the sheen of his coat was like stars on the sea, , When the blue wave rolls nightly, on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest, when summer is green The Field with their colors at starting were seen; Like the leaves of the forest, when autumn hath blown, . . That field, at the finish, lay scattered and strewn. For the Angel of Fate spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of his foes as he passed; And the eyes of the plungers waxed deadly and still, And their hearts but once heaved, and for- . ever grew still. The steed passed the Stand with his nostrils all wide, And through them rolled forth the breath of his pride; While the foam from theFav’rito lay white on the turf, And the voice of his backers cried faintly, Enough I And there stood the plunger, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and despair in his wail; Whilst the voice of the Ring roseUoud in the air, The Assyrian has done it, and not turned a hair. And the backers of Sting are loud in their . wail, And the friends of Sweet William look awfully pale ; Cnnnamulla,; Mistaken, Oh I where are ye ■ 1 ■ now? - Uy doubles and trebles ate done for, I trow.