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She paused,--then, blushing, led the lay, To grace the stranger of the day.

Her mellow notes awhile prolong The cadence of the flowing song, Till to her lips in measured frame The minstrel verse spontaneous came.

Song Continued.

'Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;

While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille.

Sleep! the deer is in his den;

Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying;

Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen How thy gallant steed lay dying.

Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done;

Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye Here no bugles sound reveille.'