Salmagundi (Huddesford, 1791)/Christmas
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CHRISTMAS.
Hence, Summer, indolently laidTo sleep beneath the cooling shade!Panting quick with sultry heat,Thirst and faint Fatigue retreat!
Come, Christmas, father Thou of mirth,Patron of the festive hearth,Around whose social ev'ning flameThe jovial song, the winter game,The chase renew'd in merry tale,The season's carols never fail.Who, tho' Winter[errata 1] chill the skies,Canst catch the glow of exercise,Following swift the foot-ball's course;Or with unresisted force, Where Frost arrests the harden'd tide,Shooting 'cross the rapid slide.Who, e'er the misty morn is grey,To some high covert hark'st away;While Sport, on lofty courser borne,In concert winds his echoing hornWith the deeply-thund'ring hounds,Whose clangour wild, and joyful sounds,While Echo swells the doubling cry,Shake the woods with harmony.How does my eager bosom glowTo give the well-known Tally-ho!Or shew, with cap inverted, whereStole away the cautious hare.Or, if the blast of Winter keenSpangles o'er the silvery green,Booted high thou lov'st to treadMarking, thro' the sedgy mead,Where the creeping moor-hen lies,Or snipes with sudden twitt'ring rise. Or joy'st the early walk to takeWhere, thro' the pheasant-haunted brakeOft as the well-aim'd gun resounds,The eager-dashing spaniel bounds.
For thee of Buck my breeches tight,Clanging whip, and rowels bright,The hunter's cap my brows to guard,And suit of sportive green's prepar'd:For, since these delights are thine,Christmas, with thy bands I join.
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