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The thrilling notes, when in thofc very groves 



The fealher'd chorifters falute the fpring, 



And ev'ry bufti in concert joins ; or when 



The matter's hand, in modulated air. 



Bids the loud organ breathe, and all the pow'rs 



Of mufic in one inftrument combine. 



An univerfal minflrelfy. And now 



In vain each earth he tries, the doors are barr'd 



Impregnable, nor is the covert fafe ; 



He pants for purer air. Hark ! what loud fhouts 



Re-echo thro' the groves ! he breaks away, 



Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each flraggling hound 



Strains o'er the lawn to reach the diftant pack, 



'Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths, 



Now give a loofe to the clean, gen*rous fleed ; 



Flourifh the whip, nor fpare the galling fpur ; 



But in the madnefs of delight forget 



Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range. 



And dangerous our courfe ; but in the brave 



True courage never fails. In vain the ftream 



In foaming eddies whirls •, in vain the ditch 



Wide-gaping threatens death. The craggy fleep. 



Where the poor dizzy (hepherd crawls with care. 



And dings to ev'ry twig, gives us no pain ; 



But down we fwcep, as floops the falcon bold 



To pounce his prey. Then up th' opponent hill. 



By the fwift motion flung, we mount aloft. 



So Ihips in winter-feas now Aiding fink 



Adown the fteepy wave ; then, tofs'd on high, 



Kide on the billows, and defy the ftorm. 



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