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Show 24 For tltc good of the hunted-is lending her aid : Her foot's in the stirrup-her hand on the reinHow blithely she rides to the hunting of men! Oh! goodly and grand is our hunting to sec, In this 'land of the brave and this home of the free.' Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to 1\iaiue, All mounting the saddle-ali grasping the reinRight merrily hunting the black man, whose sin Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin! Wo, now to the hunted who turns him at bay! Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and prey 1 Will their hearts fail within them 1-their nerves tremble, when All roughly they ride to the hunting of men 1 Ho-ALMS for our hunters! all weary and faint Wax tha curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint. The horn is wound faintl y-the echoes are still Over cane-brake and river, and forest and hill. Haste-alms for our hunters! the hunted once more Have turned from their flight with their backs to the shore: What right have they here in the home of the white, Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and Right! Ho-alms for the hunters! or never again Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men! AL>~S-ALMS for our hunters! why toil/ ye delay, When their pride and their glory are melting away! 25 ;he parson has turned; for, on charge of his own, Vho goeth a warfare, or hunting, alone? The politic statesman looks back with a siO"h- There is d bt · 1 · 1 o 1 ou m liS 1ear~-there is fear in his eye. Oh . haste, lest that douUtmg and fear shall prevail, And the head of his steed take the place of his tail Oh! haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride the~ For pleasure or gain, to the hunting of men! ' |