To the chase, to the chase! on the brow of the hill Let the hounds meet the sweet-breathing morn; Whilst full to the welkin, their notes clear and shrill, Join the sound of the heart-cheering horn. What music celestial! when urging the race Sweet Echo repeats -- "To the chase, to the chase!" Our pleasure transports us, how gay flies the hour! Sweet health and quick spirits attend; Not sweeter when evening convenes to the bower, And we meet the loved smile of a friend. See the stag just before us! He starts at the cry: -- He stops -- his strength fails -- speak, my friends -- must he die? His innocent aspect while standing at bay, His expression of anguish and pain, All plead for compassion, -- your looks seem to say Let him bound o'er his forests again. Quick, release him to dart o'er the neighbouring plain, Let him live, let him bound o'er his forests again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER SONG: BUTTERFLIES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PRAYER FOR STRENGTH by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE IMMIGRANT by MARGUERITE CHAPMAN DARK ENCOUNTER by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY THE UNCONQUERED AIR: 1 by FLORENCE EARLE COATES |