The Horse

Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility, he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent,
there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient...
We are his heirs, he is our inheritance.
"The Horse" by Ronald Duncan

Because no horse fits that poem better than the Shire; and no Shire better than Beatrice!