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MY BICYCLE, by                    
First Line: The sun looks o'er the mountain fair
Last Line: Can bring me such a joy and power.
Subject(s): Bicycles; Grass; Landscape; Mountains; Wheels; Cycling; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


THE sun looks o'er the mountain fair,
Its smiles the landscape greet;
The songs of birds are in the air,
As I spring upon the seat:
A quick press on the pedal strong
And, like a bird, I skim along.

Farewell to cares that may annoy,
To toil that tires the brain;
New vigor sends a thrill of joy
Through every tingling vein,
As on I swiftly speed my way
'Mid beauteous scenes of rising day.

My soul responds to each appeal
Of nature's varied grace;
The charm of stream and wood I feel,
Each lovely prospect trace,
As swift and silent on I fly
'Mid rural scenes and azure sky.

At length I stop beneath a tree
Where wells a cooling spring,
And drink, inclined on bended knee,
Its waters murmuring;
A moment on the grass I rest,
My brow by grateful breeze caressed.

Then homeward I as quickly fare,
With heart and brain elate,
To take again, with lightened care,
The duties that await,
Exulting that my wheel each hour
Can bring me such a joy and power.





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