A COUNTRY l>RI\ l • 15 



Later on, when I am dreaming 

 And the silver meads are gleaming, 

 Still the flying wheels beneath me make a music bright and 



gay ; 



And a thrill of life comes o'er me 

 As I see the road before me, 

 While the dark grey mare is stepping, stepping, stepping all 

 the way. 



