The Stag-Hunt.

By George Pope Morris

The morning is breaking —

The stag is away!

The hounds and the hunters

The signal obey!

The horn bids the echoes

Awake as we go,

And nature is jocund

With hark!— tally-ho!

Hark away!

Tally-ho!

Hark forward!— Tantivy!—

The woodland resounds

With shouts of the sportsmen

To cheer on the hounds!

The horse and his rider,

The deer and his foe,

Dash by to the music

Of hark!— tally-ho!

( He's at bay! )

Tally-ho!