A "MEET" AND A "FIND" 



A '■'Meet'' at the Hall, a7td a '' Fi?tcr 

 in the Wood 



I 



THE wind in the south, and the first faint blushes 

 Of morn amid clouds dispers'd, 

 As a stream in its strength through a floodgate rushes, 

 The hounds from their kennel burst. 



II 



The huntsman is up on his favourite bay. 



The whips are all astride, 

 Leisurely trotting their onward way 



To the distant cover side. 



Ill 



Sweetly the blackbird, and sweetly the thrush, 



Greeting them, seem to say. 

 In the chorus that rings from each hawthorn bush, 



" Good sport to the pack to-day." 



IV 



Lads from the village now after them race, 



Asking with eager shout. 

 And ruddy with joy at the thoughts of a chace, 



" Where do the hounds turn out ? " 



V 



Now masking the slope with its dusky screen, 



A wood in front appears. 

 And a Hall high-gabled, the glittering sheen 



Of its vane-deck'd turret rears. 



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