52 WHYTE-MELVILLE. 



Still, it would seem, in the gallop you cheer us, 



Sailing away over fallow and mead ; 

 Out in the open your spirit is near us, 



Moving the rider and stirring the steed. 



Nor is this all, for your function is ever 



Still to lead those who are scribes of the chase, 



Still to add zest to their effort, and never 



To fill them with thoughts which degrade or debase. 



Help us to read in the pastime we treasure 

 Something that raises mankind as we write, 



Something above a mere craving for pleasure ; 

 Shade of Whyte- Melville, still lead us aright. 



Help us to find in the soul-stirring chorus, 



Which rings through the woodland and floats to the sky, 

 Something that brightens the pathway before us ; 



Spirit of friendship, still stir us to try. 



Help us to cherish the chivalrous feeling 



That binds every sportsman who holds with the chase : 

 Kindling his heart with affection, and healing 



Sores that are often so hard to erase. 



So may we raise sporting literature, using 



Still the same efforts that brought you success ; 



Humbly embodying your work, and infusing 

 Some of your art amid those we address. 



