In many a noble course his speed 

 Snow-Ball i resigns unto his breed; 

 Hung round with trophies of his praise, 

 The prizes of his youthful days ; 

 His palms secure now yields the plain, 

 But dreams his conquests o'er again; 

 And still in sleqp (beyond compare) 

 Outstrips the field and turns the hare. 



Thus joys on joys pursue their lead 

 Till winter comes, whose hoary head, 

 And beard, whence icicles depend, 

 At once bid rural pleasures end: 

 The honest sportsman will forego 

 To track the hare thro' depths of snow ; 

 Or cause the feather'd race to bleed, 

 Tho' at his very barns they feed ; 

 But lifting up his grateful voice 

 To him who bids all hearts rejoice, 

 Thanks heaven that thro' the circling year 

 Thy treasures give his heart to cheer ; 

 To sooth him 'midst the winter's gloom, 

 And bid the spring his sports resume. 



f One of the beft and fleeteft greyhounds that ever run, 

 belonging to Edward Topham, Efquire, of the Wold-cot- 

 tage, in the Eaft Riding of York/hire, and his breed aU 

 moll excellent. 



