by Patience Worth
Lo, like a rider on and on,
Lashing his steed, my fancy goes.
Each pulse-beat marks the way
And fiery sparks belight the dimlit way.
Make on, my steed. Charge upward
Through the vasty arch of night,
Climbing the stars unto the spot
Where the pearly moon stands guard
At heaven's gate. Charge on, my steed,
Unfettered. Let me with my lance,
Holy point of faith, shatter
The lock and for one instant stand!
Last updated January 14, 2019