With some couple of Esquimaux hounds—
By gad, we’d be tackle to beat!
“Gone away!” What eternity’s hopes
To hark to that heavenly word,
Were it whispered by mortal or beast,
Or bullfinch that’s seen or that’s heard!
Heaven’s frost-bitten rafters should ring
To my thaw’d “Tally-ho!” for the first,
While the “pack” on the “shove,” as they sing,[73]
Split pipes in one musical burst.