Brand New

Riding my bike down the long steep hill
I need not pedal more,
For swift I fly, fly faster still—
A seagull bound for shore!

And the trees and bushes wing on past,
And wind whips through my hair!
The world is mine, all mine at last,
Brand new, without a care!

O Speed, great Speed, I love your life;
I’m with you, in you, through!
This joyous place of wond’rous strife
Makes me a new thing, too!

And now the beach comes rising clear,
The glitt’ring sands await;
I leap from seat and speed my feet,
O roaring waves, I’m here!

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