John Greenleaf Whittier,
Anti-Slavery Poems and Songs of Labor and Reform…
“ The lords of our land to this hunting have gone, As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn; Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the crack of the whip, And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip! All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match, Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch. So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen, Through cane-brake and forest,—the hunting of men! Gay luck to our hunters! how nobly they ride In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride! ”
