Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.