To my Steed

'T IS sweet to breathe freely the balmy air,
And walk where we will, at morn, eve, or noon,
When the step keeps time with the bounding heart,
And the strings of life are all in tune.

'Tis sweet to be rocked on the ocean's swell
When the fresh breeze fills the sail,
And the light bark leaps o'er the dancing waves,
And laughs at the rising gale.

But give me the steady and fearless seat
On the back of the gallant steed
That knows no check to his flying feet
But the hand that rules his speed!
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