A new book about the famous pacer Dan Patch, called Crazy Good, sent me rummaging through a box of old photos and collectibles, where I found “The Horse’s Prayer.” It was dated 1901 and printed on the back of a pamphlet published by the Humane Society of Ohio. Although it doesn’t relate to Dan Patch, it does relate to his era, when Americans still depended more upon hay-burning rather than gas-consuming horsepower.

The Horse’s Prayer

To Thee, My Master, I offer my prayer: Feed, water and care for me; and when the day’s work is done, provide me with shelter and a clean dry bed. Always be kind to me. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you. Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going up hill. Never strike, beat, nor kick me when I do not understand what you want; but give me a chance to understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding see if something is not wrong with my harness or feet.

Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. Keep me well shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat; I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie nor check my head in an unnatural position nor take away my best defense against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my mane or tail.

I cannot tell you when I am thirsty; so give me clean cool water often. I cannot tell you in words when I am sick; so watch me, and by signs you may know my condition. Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun; and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth; first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands.

I try to carry you and your burdens without a murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements, and I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service.

And finally, O, MY MASTER, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, nor sell me to some human brute, to be slowly tortured and starved to death; but do Thou, My Master, take my life in the kindest way, and your God will reward you HERE and HEREAFTER. Amen.