BRIGHT PHOEBUS.
>RIGHT Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day, And the horns and the hounds call each fportf-
man away ; Thro' woods and thro' meadows with fpeed now they
bound,
While health, rofy health, is in exercife found. Hark away is the word, to the found of the horn, And echo, blyth echo, makes jovial the morn.
Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, While pufs flies the covert, and dogs quick parfue ; Behold where fhe flies o'er the wide fpreading plain, While the loud op'ning pack purfue her amain.
Hark away, &c.
At length pufs is caught, and lies panting for breath, And the fhout of the huntfman's, the fignal for
death,
No joys can delight like the fports of the field, To hunting all paftimes and pleafures muft yield.
Hark away, &c.
��THE WANDERING SAILOR.
THE wand'ring failor ploughs the main, A competence of life to gain, Undaunted braves the flormy feas, To find at lail content and eafe, In hopes when toil and danger's o'er, To anchor on his native fliore.
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