Classic Poem

Arouse! Hunters! Arouse!
Brightly breaks the morn,
Freshly blows the morning breeze,
And cheerily winds the horn.
The deer his covert leaving,
Lingers in the vale,
And over the lofty mountain-top
The crimson glories sail.

Awake! Hunters! Awake!
Nature from her sleep
In summer's arms comes forth
To bid the glad pulse leap.
The sorrowing night has vanished,
Her dreary watching done,
Her tear-drops hung on trembling leaves
Are glittering in the sun.

To horse! Hunters! To horse!
Bounds each noble steed
Like a bold spirit wearying
From bondage to be freed.
Give rein! give rein; with ringing shout
The soaring eagle scare,
And follow with echoing cry the stag,
Deep in his forest lair.