FORESTER. 4 1 



Then, when he spoke, he said, "Forester, take him, 

 Take the best hound ever cheered to a line ; 



keep him for my sake, and hunt him, and make him 

 King of the kennel, for your sake and mine." 



So it was Forester came. It's a pleasure 



To watch him at head, or to guide him to cry ; 



TJut what most delights is the memory I treasure, 

 The strong form that lingers so clear in mine eye. 



And still as I hear them, the horn and the holloa, 

 The stirring sweet music that comes with the chase, 



I think of the man I delighted to follow, 

 Riding before me with exquisite grace. 



Still, in my fancy, his form is beside me ; 



Still is his influence strong in my mind ; 

 Still his high notions of life seem to guide me, 



Heard through the song of the whispering wind. 



Then, as my good horse is beating the measure, 

 Strong in the stroke of his wonderful stride, 



Every pulsation depicts me my treasure 

 Sailing along with the galloping tide. 



What is this life, with its mystical ending ? 



Shades of departed friends, where do you dwell ? 

 Is not your function to guide us, befriending 



Those who in lifetime befriended you well? 



