Hound And Huntsman.

Seeing yourselves are wise, ye smile             On fools and folly for a while;             But water wears the rocks, and sense             Is wearied by impertinence.             The wind was southerly, the sky             Proclaimed that a good scent would lie -             Forth from the kennel burst the hounds,             As schoolboys sally out of bounds.             They hailed the huntsman; he by name             Greeted each dog, who thought it fame.             See them obey command: when bade,             They scattered thro' the copse and glade;             They snuffed the scent upon the gale,             And sought the remnant of a trail.             Ringwood, a pup, on the alert,             Was very young and very pert;             He opened - from exuberant spirit -             But old dogs heard the puppy in it;             But when his note of "Full-cry" rose,             The huntsman to the puppy goes, -             Down falls the lash, - up rose the yelp,             And murmured thus the puppy whelp:             "Why lash me? Are you malcontent             That I possess superior scent?"             The huntsman answered: "Puppy slips             Must be restrained by lash of whips;             Puppies our scorn, not envy, raise -             For envy is akin to praise.             Had not that forward noisy tongue             The patience of your elders wrung,             You might have hunted with the pack;             But now the whip assails your back:             You must be taught to know your ground,             And from a puppy grow a hound."