Show J TIlE THE HUNTERS HUNTER'S By Harriet w Whitney Durbin MOON Deep is tho the charm of a moss green path pathIn In the woodlands woodland's velvet shade And the thc lure of a vagrant yng-raut vay ay that leads Through geld gold of an open n lu c But a a. trail of stronger spoil poll I know know know- A pike road road rond level and wide With rith the skimming hint of a n frosty frostl glint And the tho hunters hunter's for s moon a a gulde ho 0 how the tart air stirs the UIO blood That sings in its bounding flight The step strikes clear as the thc clink of steel On the tile smooth long stretch of or light Jig A rollicking lilt leaps forth to meet lh The hoot owls owl's dolorous groan gronn t I Or the foxs fox's bark from the thc sooty dark Of a hollow e eerie rie and lone The streets of the tho city flash with Avith jets In circle and crescent gay gay gay- knit Close-knit with a hundred scenes of cheer But ever the potent way Avay That calls caBs to mo me with the fox's foxs cry j An And the West Vest Winds Wind's gruff bassoon Is a pike cut clean olcan when hen the air is keen At the full of the hunters hunter's moon Toast yo ye C tho maiden whose dainty grace sweet la-sweet as a flowers flower's can be Or the eyed dusk daughter of Southern dreams But thi sis the toast for me mo A sturdy maid with Avith a spirit brave bravo Who ho will match her ber pace with Avith mine On po a road lond white flint-white in a tide of li light ht When the hunters hunter's moon is shine a In In Tho Tile Peoples People's Home Journal |