Shall rue his fate revers'd ; and at his heels 



Behold the just avenger, swift to seize 



His forfeit head, and thirsting for his blood. 



Heav'ns ! what melodious strains ! how beat our 



hearts 

 Big with tumultuous joy ! The loaded gales 

 Breathe harmony ; and as the tempest drives 

 From wood to wood, thro' ev'ry dark recess 

 The forest thunders, and the mountains shake. 

 The chorus swells ; less various, and less sweet 

 The trilling notes, when in those very groves 

 The feather'd choristers salute the spring, 

 And ev'ry bush in concert joins ; or when 

 The master's hand in modulated air 

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

 Of music in one instrument combine, 

 An universal minstrelsy. And now 

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

 Impregnable, nor is the covert safe ; 

 He pants for purer air. Hark ! what loud shouts 

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

 Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each straggling 



hound 

 Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack. 



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What lengths we pass ! where will the wand'ring 



chace 

 Lead us bewilder'd ? Smooth as the swallows skim 



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