102 HOUNDS AT HORSE EXERCISE. 



And the voices of the morning strike across the silver air ; 

 Nature cheers us, while she reaches 

 All our better thoughts, and teaches 



Men to love her, for her influence is ever bright and fair. 



Nature comes as a refiner ; 



To mankind the Great Designer 

 Speaks in language sweet and solemn through the voices of 

 the day : 



All my better heart rejoices 



As I hear those mystic voices 

 And, again, the rustling music of the hounds upon the way. 



I can see the sunlight streaming 

 Where the water meads are gleaming, 

 And the landscape in its grandeur spreads around me far 

 and wide ; 



There the village smoke is lifting 

 Where the clouds are lightly drifting, 

 And I look on smiling England and my soul is filled with 

 pride. 



Turn again, my lads, retracing 

 All our steps, the breeze is bracing, 

 Still the horses beat the measure, making music bright and 



g a y ; 



See, the hounds are game and sprightly, 

 As they tread the ground so lightly 

 I can hear the rustling music of their feet upon the way. 



