THE CYCLIST'S SONG.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 8, Issue 29, 9 April 1907, Page 7

THE CYCLIST'S SONG.

(Hi it’s o, joy to be up in the morning when the dew is yet on the clover. And the air is full of sweetness that mates a draught devino ; ■1 o mount one’s wheel and go flying* away and away—a rover, In u wide, bright world of beauty—t and all that world is mine ! Theie’s a breath of balm on the breezes, a scent of the wayward roses, A. hint of th.e incense odours that blow through the hillside pines, And ever-shifting landscape, that some new, bright charm discloses, As I Hash from nooks of shadow to plains where the sunlight shines. I sing in my care-free gladness ; I am Lin to the wind that’s blowing : I am tin ill(>( 1 by (lie bliss of motion, li e the bird that skims the down ; Ci’. o mo a wheel for a comrade, and the king may keep his crown.