HAWKSTONE BOW-MEETING 



From the lord to the lowest in station. 

 From the east of the shire to the west, 



Salopia's whole population 



Within the green valley comprest. 



IV 



In the hues of the target appearing. 



Now the bent of each archer is seen ; 

 The widow to sable adhering. 



The lover forsaken to green ; 

 For gold its affection displaying. 



One shaft at the centre is sped ; 

 Another a love tale betraying. 



Is aim'd with a blush at the red. 



Pride pointing profanely at heaven. 



Humility sweeping the ground, 

 The arrow of gluttony driven 



Where ven'son and sherry abound ! 

 At white see the maiden unmated 



The arrow of innocence draw, 

 While the shaft of the matron is fated 



To fasten its point in the straw. 



VI 



Tell, fated with Gessler to grapple 

 Till the tyrannous Bailiff was slain. 



Let Switzerland boast of the apple 

 His arrow once sever'd in twain ; 



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