A SONG OF THE HUNT.
A well fe I mg, a frosty morn, A glint of eun on the river, A jingle of spura and stirrups bright, While the breeze-swept pine-trcce shiver. A splash through the mud, a scarlet coat, A quick short run through paddocks green, Then a rest, while chill winds sough. Do you know the kiss of the winter Wind? The cares of the early sun ? When the mists retreat to the far-off hills, And you're off for a cross-country run Tho cry of hounds on a hunting day The cheerful sound of the horn And the pack streaming out'on a wellgrassed field, Or a stretch of stubbled com. Have you felt tho frust in tho clear fresh air ? And smiled to the blue sky above ? My heart leap;, now wheu I think of it
Or dream of Hie sport I love, The start, the gallop, the sudden rise A spring through the winter air, A gallop again, another jump, A run that is fast and fair. Again the blood rushes to my heart. And flies through my throbbing veins, I feel the saddle under me, And a pull at the strong, tight reins ihe springy stride, the tossing mane, The champing of the bit, Oh ! well I love a hunting morn ; Oh ! well raav I dream on it ! ' L. P. S.
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Waikato Argus, Volume VII, Issue 470, 5 August 1899, Page 1 (Supplement)
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225A SONG OF THE HUNT. Waikato Argus, Volume VII, Issue 470, 5 August 1899, Page 1 (Supplement)
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