154 The Chase 



The Huntsman's Dirge ^:> 



THE smiling morn may light the sky, 

 And joy may dance in beauty's eye, 

 Aurora's beams to see ; 

 The mellow horn's inspiring sound 

 May call the blithe companions round, 

 But who shall waken thee, 



Ronald ? 



Thou ne'er wilt hear the mellow horn, 

 Thou ne'er wilt quaff the breath of morn, 



Nor join thy friends with glee ; 

 No glorious sun shall gild thy day. 

 And beauty's fascinating ray 



No more shall shine on thee, 



Ronald ! 



Anon. 



