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O for to hear the hunter's tread / With his spear and his dogs the hills among; / In my aged cheek youth flushes red / When the noise of the chase arises strong.
Awakes in my bones the marrow whene'er / I hark to the distant shout and bay; / When peals in my ear; "We've kill'd the deer" -- / To the hill-tops boundeth my soul away;