Classic Poem

He, who outbounded time and space,
The fleetest of the greyhound race,
Lies here! At length subdued by death,
His speed now stopped, and out of breath.

Ah! gallant Snowball! what remains
Up Fordan's banks, o'er Flixton's plains,
Of all thy strength — thy sinewy force,
Which rather flew than ran the course?

Ah! what remains? save that thy breed
May to their father's fame succeed;
And when the prize appears in view,
May prove that they are Snowballs too.