The Long Road

Ah, many a weary mile

     I’ve rode old Pegasus,

And many a dusty stretch

     And hill have come to us.

Sometimes he has borne his load

     With fortitude and pride;

But many a time he’s bolted,

     Many a time he’s shied.

Yea, more, he has reared aloft,

     And, with a sudden hitch,

In a truly broncko style,

     Has hurled me in the ditch.

But I’ve caught the rein each time,

     And flung myself astride,

And still adown the long road

     Old Pegasus I ride!

Sept. 26, 1916