i^o Somervik's Chace. 



Ye grant me health, that, ruddy in my cheeks, 

 Blooms in my life's decline-, fields, woods, and ftreams, 

 Each tow'ring hill, each humble vale below. 

 Shall hear my cheating voice, my hounds Ihall wake 

 The lazy morn, and glad th* horizon round. 



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