OR, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. H 



How much in bliss there realized, 

 When all for sport have sacrificed ; 

 In summer time there was my home, 

 Tramped from valley up to dome. 



With dogs and gun, my chief delight, 

 I worshipped them and thought it right ; 

 Downed the buck in its wildest route, 

 Fhrted from the shoal the speckled trout. 



There first read the " Lady of the Lake, " 

 Where poet's pen did heroes make ; 

 On rock couch had my reveries woke. 

 By the wierd sound of ravens' croak. 



Listened to music from following hound. 

 Traced echoes from the horn we wound ; 

 And it did seem heaven there and then, 

 If another on earth, Oh where, and when. 



Mysterious world, thus to sever, 

 I but dream of what's gone forever ; 

 To me it seems but yesterday. 

 For time at his old tricks doth play. 



