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The chace of beads : tho* bloody was the deed, 

 Yet without guilt. For, the green herb alone 

 Unequal to fuftain man's laboring race, 

 * Now ev'ry moving thing that liv'd on earth 

 Was granted him for food. So juft is Heav*ri 

 To give us in proportion to our wants. 



Or chance or induftry in after-times 

 Some few improvements made, but fhort as yet 

 Of due perfedlion. In this ifle remote 

 Our painted anceftors were ilow to learn. 

 To arms devote, in the politer arts 

 Nor fkill'd nor ftudious -, till from Neuftria's coafts 

 Vidtorious William to more decent rules 

 Subdu'd our Saxon fathers, taught to fpeak 

 The proper dialedl, with horn and voice 

 To chear the bufy hound, whofe well-known cry 

 His lift'ning peers approve with joint acclaim. 

 From him fucceflive huntfmen learn'd to join. 

 In bloody focial leagues, the multitude 

 Difpers'd, to fize, to fort their various tribes. 

 To rear, feed, hunt, and difcipline the pack. 



Hail, happy Britain ! highly favoured ifle. 

 And Heav'n's peculiar care ! To thee 'tis giv'n 

 To train thefprightly fleed, more fleet than thofe 

 Begot by winds, or the celeftial breed 

 That bore the great Pelidesthro* the prefs 

 Qi heroes arm'd, and broke their crowded ranks ; 



* Gen, chap, ix, ver. 3. 



Which, 



