While the heath-cover’d mountains re-echo’d the strain:
Hark, hark! was the mandate, we flew like the wind,
And care’s haggard visage was distanc’d behind:
What joys can be equal to those we display,
When we follow the harriers with hark, hark away!
With hark, hark away, &c.
Like the soldier return’d from a far hostile shore,
Recounting his toils and his victories o’er,
Of the battle’s loud din, where his courage so true,
Obtain’d the green laurel, entwining his brow.