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Tho' sometimes black, he's always light;
And it is daily seen That though he goes the swiftest pace,
He cannot stand alone, And though he'll live a hundred years,
He has no flesh or bone.
This horse will carry anyone,
Who first has learned to ride, But down he lies with other folk;
And, lest you think I've lied, Pray let me, now, his tale unfold,
And close this double deal; I sing the steed that needs no feed,
The Jin de Steele wheel.
THE STORM KING.
A ship sailed out on the open sea;
'Twas gallant, strong and daring, And it rode as brave as knight, and he
To win armorial bearing. With heart that throbs in Titan form,
The great ship seemed as living, And out of the calm and into the storm
It rode without misgiving.