A RECOLLECTION 



That cunning huntress might have laugh'd, 

 If any could at Cupid's shaft ; 

 Still, though reluctant to submit. 

 That tiny shaft the Goddess hit ; 

 And on the mountain-top, they say, 

 Endymion stole her heart away. 



Bear this in mind throughout the run, 

 " Faint heart fair lady never won " ; 

 Those cravens are thrown out who swerve, 

 " None but the brave the fair deserve." 



Success will aye the Lover crown. 

 If guided by these rules laid down ; 

 Then little Cupid, standing near, 

 Shall greet him with a lusty cheer ; 

 And Hymen, that old huntsman, loop 

 The couples, while he shouts, " Who-hoop ! " 



A Recollection 



I WELL remember in my youthful day. 

 When first of love I felt the inward smart. 

 How one fair morning, eager all to start. 

 My fellow-hunters chided my delay. 

 I follow'd listless, for with tyrant sway 



That secret grief oppress'd my aching heart. 

 Till fond Hope whisper'd, ere this day depart 

 Thy lov'd one thou shalt see — Away ! away ! 



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