''For so do we know it, the Chase, and we hold 

 Men better for huntijig; the creed 

 Of love and good fellowship lives as of old 

 And binds every class into one sacred mould. 

 Long, long may it live and succeed/' 



Poems in Pink. 



XXIX 



RIDE, FAIR AMERICAN: ENGLISHMAN, RIDE 



The following poem was especially written for "The Hunt- 

 ing Field With Horse and Hound" by that charming poet- 

 huntsman and Master of Hounds, Mr. W. Phillpotts Williams, 

 in recollection of a glorious day with the Hursley hounds. 



Come and I'll tell you, I'll tell you a story. 

 You who love England and hold her so dear. 



You who are proud of her record of glory. 

 Lend me a moment and lend me an ear. 



Down in the vale where the sunlight was streaming. 

 Right in the heart of broad England we met. 



By the old bridge where the river was gleaming, 

 Down in the village the gathering was set. 



Thatched the long roofs of the cottages round us. 

 Broad was the roadway, and bright was the green. 



Peaceful it looked and contented it found us. 

 Nowhere but England could boast such a scene. 



