THE PACE THAT KILLS
The gallop of life was once exciting,
Madly we dashed over pleasant plains,
And the joy, like the joy of a brave man fighting,
Poured in a flood through our eager veins,
Hot youth is the time for the splendid ardour,
That stamps and startles, that throbs and thrills
And ever we pressed our horses harder,
Galloping on at the pace that kills!
So rapid the pace, so keen the pleasure,