Literary Work :: Galloping Horse

The galloping horse,
With the rider upon:
It's reins are weak,
And gives no hold thereon:
It gallops through the woods,
And mountains and valleys;
Tumbling over the stones at times,
Hurting itself, but not stopping:
Oh mind, why galloping you are,
The reins ought to be pulled on;
For the path is not alone of roses,
Also are the thorns hidden among them!

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