HUNTING SONGS 



X 



The moon rose o'er the forest. 

 And the distant village chime 



Call'd sinners to confession, 

 And bespoke a hallow'd time. 



XI 



When suddenly a strange halloo 

 Was heard around to ring. 



The Hunter seiz'd his bow and plac'd 

 An arrow on the string. 



XII 



The cry, the cheer, the tumult 

 Of the chase — and then, display'd 



By the pale light of the moonbeam, 

 Far adown the forest-glade, 



XIII 



Was seen, with brow full antler'd, 

 A Monster Stag — his back 



Bestridden by a Huntsman, 

 Apparell'd all in black. 



XIV 



Their eyes unto their master 



The crouching pack uprais'd. 

 Their master on his trembling steed 

 At the sight was sore amaz'd. 

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