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THE CHACE.
Book IV.
With him it mounts; sure Guide to ev'ry Foe.
Inly he groans, nor can his tender Wound 455
Bear the cold Stream. Lo! to yon sedgy Bank
He creeps disconsolate; his num'rous Foes
Surround him, Hounds, and Men. Pierc'd thro' and thro',
On pointed Spears they lift him high in Air;
Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain:
Bid the loud Horns, in gayly-warbling Strains,
Proclaim the Felon's Fate; he dies, he dies.
Inly he groans, nor can his tender Wound 455
Bear the cold Stream. Lo! to yon sedgy Bank
He creeps disconsolate; his num'rous Foes
Surround him, Hounds, and Men. Pierc'd thro' and thro',
On pointed Spears they lift him high in Air;
Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain:
Bid the loud Horns, in gayly-warbling Strains,
Proclaim the Felon's Fate; he dies, he dies.
Rejoice, ye scaly Tribes, and leaping dance
Above the Wave, in Sign of Liberty
Restor'd; the cruel Tyrant is no more. 465
Rejoice secure and bless'd; did not as yet
Remain, some of your own rapacious Kind;
And Man, fierce Man, with all his various Wiles.
Above the Wave, in Sign of Liberty
Restor'd; the cruel Tyrant is no more. 465
Rejoice secure and bless'd; did not as yet
Remain, some of your own rapacious Kind;
And Man, fierce Man, with all his various Wiles.
O Hap-
