By William Athenaeum. "The Wheelman", December, 1882.
"Wheel on, wheel on, gay cavaliers are we;
On light-hoofed steeds, caparisoned jauntily.
O'er rolling hills, with bold advance we ride,
Along smooth, shaded glades, unwearied glide;
Down city avenue, through country lane,
By brook-side path, o'er village-skirted plain,--
Unbounded are the fields our raids explore,
As those of bloodier knights in days of yore.
Wheel on, wheel on, without a thought for rest;
Untiring are our steeds, howe'er hard-pressed.
With noiseless stride, along their course they fly,
As ne'er did war knight's beast, though blood burned high,
And victory spurred on to bolder, rasher speed,
And battle's fire renewed the flagging steed.
So light, so silent, yet so swift we race,
E'en birds lament that we have caught their grace.
Wheel on, wheel on, a careless course we ride;
Our changeful fancy for our daily guide;
With graceful mount, and gay and gallant mien,
We rouse the welkin by the novel scene;
And old folk stare, and urchins stand to gaze,
And e'en fair maidens turn their pretty face
And smile, coquettish, at our ranks so free;
Wheel on, wheel on, gay cavaliers are we."
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