Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow/The Forest Greeting

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

For other versions of this work, see The Forest Greeting.

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THE FOREST GREETING

GOOD hunting!—aye, good hunting, Wherever the forests call;But ever a heart beats hot with fear, And what of the birds that fall?

Good hunting!—aye, good hunting, Wherever the north winds blow;But what of the stag that calls for his mate? And what of the wounded doe?

Good hunting!—aye, good hunting, And ah! we are bold and strong;But our triumph call through the forest hall Is a brother's funeral song.

For we are brothers ever, Panther and bird and bear;Man and the weakest that fear his face, Born to the nest or lair.

Yes, brothers, and who shall judge us? Hunters and game are we;But who gave the right for me to smite? Who boasts when he smiteth me?

Good hunting!—aye, good hunting, And dim is the forest track;But the sportsman Death comes striding on: Brothers, the way is black.