" The wily fox. 

 Safe in the increasing number of his foes. 

 Kens well the great advantage; shrinks behind. 

 And slily creeps through the same beaten track. 

 And hunts them step by step; then views, escaped. 

 With inward ecstasy, the panting throng 

 In their own footsteps puzzled, foiled, and lost." 



SOMERVILLE 



