 | Songs of the Seasons |  |
Ho! the stalker of the Stag,
I espy him striding forth,
The great Nimrod of the North!
Through the oscillating hag,
Trusting to the leal rushes,
With a ready foot he pushes—
Through the pinewood, up the crag,
Gliding, clambering, striding on,
In his eye the silent corry,
With its vert and venison.
I espy him striding forth,
The great Nimrod of the North!
Through the oscillating hag,
Trusting to the leal rushes,
With a ready foot he pushes—
Through the pinewood, up the crag,
Gliding, clambering, striding on,
In his eye the silent corry,
With its vert and venison.
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