Rise and ride!
Not with pride,
Till the sun goes down.
Still with hope,
Still with your love,
Still with joy! !
The hill ahead,
With your will;
Rise and ride!
But not with pride.
Fill,
Drill,
Grill,
Mill,
Rise and ride!
Not with pride,
While on the way,
With a smile on your face.
The joy of life,
The romance of nature,
The beauty of creation,
The fragrance of righteous laws;
Rise and ride!
But not with pride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The rhythm is glorious! A wonderful poem, Edward.