  Oh, swift we go o’er the fleecy snow When moonbeams sparkle round; When hoofs keep time to music’s chime, As merrily on we bound. On a winter’s night, when hearts are light, And health is on the wind, We loose the rein and sweep the plain, And leave our cares behind. With a laugh and song we glide along Across the fleeting snow! With friends beside, how swift we ride On the beautiful track below! Oh, the raging sea has joys for me, When gale and tempests roar; But give me the speed of a foaming steed, And I’ll ask for the waves no more. —James T. Fields. |
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