A Panacea

Posted on Friday, May 21, 2021
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: F M Lutyens

There’s a cure for the ills of all sorts and conditions Of men, that is seldom prescribed by physicians : ‘Tis a day with the hounds, for all trouble and care A ringing view-holla resolves into air. ‘Tis the key that our casket of evils unlocks When the hounds get away on the back of...
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