Ride forth Singing!

 

Ride forth singing.

If thou hast a fearful thought, share it not with a weakling; whisper it to thy saddle-bow, and ride forth singing.

King Alfred the Great

Have I a fear that Thou dost know?

Fear of weakness, fear of failing

(Though Thy power is all-prevailing)

Or a haunting fear of bringing

Care to others?

 

“Share it not with a weakling;

Whisper it to Thy saddle-bow,

And ride forth singing.”

 

Many fears can murmur low;

Fear of ills the future holdeth

(Though, indeed, Thy grace upholdeth),

Dulling fear and fear sharp stinging,

Fear that tortures.

“Share it not with a weakling,

Whisper it to thy saddle-bow,

And ride forth singing.”