Classic Poem

Good-morning, fellow-wheelman; here's a warm fraternal hand,
As with a rush of victory we sweep across the land!
If some may be dissatisfied to view the way we ride,
We only wish their majesties could travel by our side!
For we are pure philanthropists,—
Unqualified philanthropists;
And would not have our happiness to any one denied
We claim a great utility that daily must increase;
We claim from inactivity a sensible release;
A constant mental, physical, and moral help we feel,
Which makes us turn enthusiasts, and bless the silent wheel!