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THE HOOTER, OR STEAM-HORN,
HEARD AT DUCHESS' WOOD.
A mighty horn was blown! I thought, in fear,“One of the puissant giant-killing race,
“Who sounds thereon his challenge, and disgrace
“To him, who on these knolls makes horrid cheer!
“Whose cup and mirror are yon shining mere!”
Then fancy changed; I heard the huntsmen race
The flying morn along the Kingswood Chace,
And saw the startled kite, the scampering deer!
Died fancy with the echoes of that horn!
The hunting men were greed's pale servitors;
Men running breathless to the factory doors;
And the steam-hooter woke the busy morn!
How sad that hunt, beside the pleasant dream!
And by the giant's horn, how grim that voice of steam!
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