THE HISTORY OF THE BELVOIR HUNT 



And tho' awhile to rest be laid 



The hunter, horn, and hound, 

 How little were we then afraid 



Of cruel fate's rebound. 



Could we his bygone pages read — 



His feats by flood and field — 

 The varied narrative indeed 



An Iliad might yield. 



And many a pleasant day that's past, 



And many a name forgot. 

 In memory's page might chance to last — 



A bright memorial spot. 



Linked with the past is Goodall's day, 



Long will survive his name ; 

 His earnest heart and spirit gay 



Lived in the hsts of fame. 



For who of any doubt had need. 



That did his features scan, 

 That he was born to take a lead — 



Nature's true gentleman ? 



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