SONG X. A favorite HUNTING SONG

From the east breaks the morn, See the sun-beams adorn The wild heath, and mountains so high, The wild heath, and mountains so high; Shrilly opes the staunch hound, The steed neighs to the sound, And the floods and the valleys reply; And the floods and the valleys reply.

Our forefathers, so good. Prov'd their greatness of blood, By encount'ring the hart and the boar; By encount'ring, &c. Ruddy health bloom'd the face, Age and youth urg'd the chase, And taught woodlands and forests to roar; And taught, &c.

Hence, of noble descent, Hills and wilds we frequent, Where the bosom of nature's reveal'd, Where the, &c. Tho' in life's busy day, Man of man makes a prey, Still let ours be the prey of the field; Still let ours, &c.

With the chase in full sight, Gods! how great the delight! How our mortal sensations refine, How our, &c. Where is care, where is fear? Like the winds in the rear, And the man's lost in something divine! And the man's, &c.

Now to horse, my brave boys: Lo, each pants for the joys That anon shall enliven the whole; That anon shall enliven the whole. Then at eve we'll dismount, Toils and pleasures recount, And renew the chase over the bowl,