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GOOD-BYE TO THE CHASE. 



OR 



The Song of the Dying Huntsman. 



Good-bye to the chase, shall I leave it in sorrow ? 



The horse and the hound, shall I see them no more ? 

 Who knows but there may be a brighter to-morrow 



For those of the chase ever waiting in store. 



It seems to be meant in the plan of creation 

 These noble companions are granted to man 



To lead him in all that commands admiration, 

 And bear him where bravery rouses the van. 



The hound and the huntsman believe in each other, 

 Their hearts are bound up in a wonderful tie ; 



The man and the hound are a man and a brother, 

 There is trust in the holloa and love in the cry. 



Away in the vale where the shadows are falling, 

 Oh lay me to rest where its peaceful and still, 



And think as you ride in pursuit of your calling. 

 Of one you remember who rode with a will. 



