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Show 22 Glory to God forever!Beyond the despot's will The •oul of Freedom liveth Imperishable still. The words which thou hast uttered Are of that soul a part, And the good seed thou hast scattered Is springing from the heart. In the evil days before us, And the trials yet to comeIn the shadow of the prison, Or the cruel martyrdom- We will think of thee, 0 Brother! And thy sainted name shall be In the blessing of the captive, And the anthem of the free. THE HUI~TERS OF MEN. HAVE ye heard of our hunting, our mountain and glen Through cane-brake and forest-the hunting of men 1 The lords of our land to this hunting have gone, As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn : Hark-the cheer and the hallo! the crack of the whip, And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip! All blithe are our hunters, and noble their matchThough hundreds are caught, there are millio11s to catch: So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen, Through cane-brake and forest-the hunting of men ! Gay luck to our hunters !-how nobly they ride In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride!- The Priest with his ca.sock flung back on the wind, Just screening the politic Statesman behind- The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayerThe drunk and the sober, ride merrily there. And woman-kind woman-wife, widow and maid- |