AN OUTING.
DOWNcountry lanes,O’er treeless plains,And seas of prairie grasses,I wheel along,With cheers and songTo every breeze that passes.I leave the town,Walls bare and brown,The bustling, sordid masses—The business boomOf counting-room,The dandies, dudes, and asses.Awheel, awheel,The miles I reel,Afar from heated highways,And odors greetOf verdure sweet,Along the country by-ways.By fields of grain,O’er daisy plain,Adown the pretty valley;By drowsy kine,By cot and vine,So joyfully I sally.O, healthful steed!My only creed,Beyond dissent or doubting,Is Nature’s way,In holidayUpon a summer outing.Jay Gee.
DOWNcountry lanes,O’er treeless plains,And seas of prairie grasses,I wheel along,With cheers and songTo every breeze that passes.I leave the town,Walls bare and brown,The bustling, sordid masses—The business boomOf counting-room,The dandies, dudes, and asses.Awheel, awheel,The miles I reel,Afar from heated highways,And odors greetOf verdure sweet,Along the country by-ways.By fields of grain,O’er daisy plain,Adown the pretty valley;By drowsy kine,By cot and vine,So joyfully I sally.O, healthful steed!My only creed,Beyond dissent or doubting,Is Nature’s way,In holidayUpon a summer outing.Jay Gee.
DOWNcountry lanes,O’er treeless plains,And seas of prairie grasses,I wheel along,With cheers and songTo every breeze that passes.
DOWNcountry lanes,
O’er treeless plains,
And seas of prairie grasses,
I wheel along,
With cheers and song
To every breeze that passes.
I leave the town,Walls bare and brown,The bustling, sordid masses—The business boomOf counting-room,The dandies, dudes, and asses.
I leave the town,
Walls bare and brown,
The bustling, sordid masses—
The business boom
Of counting-room,
The dandies, dudes, and asses.
Awheel, awheel,The miles I reel,Afar from heated highways,And odors greetOf verdure sweet,Along the country by-ways.
Awheel, awheel,
The miles I reel,
Afar from heated highways,
And odors greet
Of verdure sweet,
Along the country by-ways.
By fields of grain,O’er daisy plain,Adown the pretty valley;By drowsy kine,By cot and vine,So joyfully I sally.
By fields of grain,
O’er daisy plain,
Adown the pretty valley;
By drowsy kine,
By cot and vine,
So joyfully I sally.
O, healthful steed!My only creed,Beyond dissent or doubting,Is Nature’s way,In holidayUpon a summer outing.
O, healthful steed!
My only creed,
Beyond dissent or doubting,
Is Nature’s way,
In holiday
Upon a summer outing.
Jay Gee.
Jay Gee.