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 Ha! ha! I'll pause upon this height; The village is all in view; The two-legged bodies are still to-night, And I'll the game pursue. But hark!—I hear a sound, I fear— 'Tis surely not yet day— O! 'tis the sound of the opening hound— Away! away! away!

O'er bush, o'er brake, o'er rock I go, But nearer they come, I fear; Far off huzzas the two-legged foe— Wow! wow!—the hounds are near. I'll double my track, I'll run me back, I'll pother the beagles some— Now for my den I'll strain again, And gain my mountain home.

A SUMMONS TO THE COUNTRY.

Is it to sit within thy stately hall, Or tread the crowded street, thy chief delight? From all her heights and depths though Nature call Thee to her charms—though grove, and plain, and height, Warble for thee—though Ocean's stormy might Thunder for thee—though the starred heavens sublime Shine out for thee—though peering orient bright O'er mountain wood, the sire of day and time Doth call for thee—and with retiring light Glance down his hues from their celestial clime To lure thee forth;—yet can all these excite In thy cold breast no chord's responsive chime? Still wilt thou choose a prison-yard and cell?— Well! God forgive thy choice, for thou dost penance well.