O THE joy to ride on the sharpened steel, With the sun on the ice, and the wind at my heel; The railroad train beside me may smoke and jar, But it cannot go as I go—so far, so far! O, the joy to glide as the wind rides free, Where the un-steeled never go on land or sea, The flying car above me may touch the sky, But it cannot go as I go—so high, so high! |