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(From The Chace) 



THIRST let the Kennel be the huntsman's care, 

 •*■ Upon some little eminence erect, 

 And fronting to the ruddy dawn ; its courts 

 On either hand wide op'ning to receive 

 The sun's all-cheering beams, when mild he shines, 

 And gilds the mountain tops. For much the pack 

 (Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to stretch, 

 And bask, in his invigorating ray : 

 Warn'd by the streaming light, and merry lark. 

 Forth rush the jolly clan ; with tuneful throats 

 They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd 

 Salute the new-born day. 



Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome, 

 A vain expence, on charitable deeds 

 Better dispos'd, to clothe the tatter'd wretch, 

 Who shrinks beneath the blast, to feed the poor 

 Pinch" d with afflictive want : For use, not state, 

 Gracefully plain, let each apartment rise. 

 O'er all let cleanliness preside, no scraps 

 Bestrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones, 

 To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust 

 That nicer sense, on which the sportsman's hope 

 And all his future triumphs must depend. 

 Soon as the growling pack with eager joy 

 Have lapp'd their smoking viands, morn or eve, 



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