As the hedges flicker past upon the way.

Then it’s out to the kiss of the morning breeze,

And the rose of the morning sky,

And the long brown road, where the tired spirit’s load

Slips off as the leagues go by!

Black-and-silver, swift and strong, with a pleasant undersong

From the steady rippling murmur of the chain—

Half a thing of life and will, you may feel it start and thrill

With a quick elastic answer to the strain,

As you ride to the kiss of the morning breeze,

And the rose of the morning sky,

And the long brown road, where the tired spirit’s load

Slips off as the leagues go by!

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Miles a hundred you may run from the rising of the sun

To the gleam of the first white star;

You may ride through twenty towns, meet the sun upon the downs

And the wind on the mountain scaur.

Then it’s out to the kiss of the morning breeze

And the rose of the morning sky,

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