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Or Britain's fecond hope ? Hail, blooming youth \ 

 May all your virtues with your years improve, 

 Till, in confummate worth, you fiiine the pride 

 Of thefe our days, and to fucceeding times 

 A bright example. As his guard of mutes 

 On the great Sultan wait, with eyes dejedt 

 Andfix'd on earth, no voice, no found is heard 

 Within the wide ferail, but all is hufh'd, 

 And awful filence reigns j thus ftand the pack 

 Mute and unmov'd, and cow'ring low to earth. 

 While pafs theglltt'ring court, and royal pair: 

 So difciplinM thofe hounds, and fo referv'd, 

 Whofe honour 'tis to glad the hearts of kings. 

 But foon the winding horn, and huntfman's voice. 

 Let loofe the gen'ral chorus j far around 

 Joy fpreads its wings, and the gay morning fmiles. 



Unharbour'd now the royal flag forfakes 

 His wonted lair ; he Ihakes his dappled fides. 

 And tofles high his beamy head, the copfe 

 Beneath his antlers bends. What doubling ihifts 

 He tries ! not more the wily hare j in thefe 

 Wou'd flill perfift, did not the full-mouth 'd pack 

 With dreadful concert thunder in his rear. 

 The woods reply, the hunters chearing fhouts 

 Float thro' the glades, and the wide foreil rings. 

 How merrily they chant ! their noftrils deep 

 Inhale the grateful fleam. Such is the cry. 

 And fuch th' harmonious din; thefoldier deems 

 The battle kindling, and the flatefman grave 



S 4 Forgets 



