AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.
All the beautiful stars of the sky,
The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth
swarm and fly,
Companions of our flight.
We will rush ever on without fear;
Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens
with us, dear,
While the earth slips from our feet!
GIVE a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his
strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.
Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright
with a calm delight,
Though the room be poor indeed.
Give a man a girl he can love,
As I, O my love, love thee;
And his heart is great with the pulse
At home, on land, on sea.
THE wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the
Love sits long:
Sits long and arises drunken,
But not with the feast and the wine;
He reeleth with his own
That great, rich Vine.
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