SONG OF THE HUNTSMAN
Harken, my beloved!.....over the hills is the song of the Huntsman.
What cometh he hunting, creatures that fear him,
that run from his murdering?
Nay, nay, beloved! He hunteth the pure in heart who seek to do good.
Hunteth he long in the mornings of life,
Hunteth he until it's even when the stars appear;
Still doth he pursue the goodness in men's hearts, hunting, hunting,
The Huntsman of the Years!
Golden Scripts 121: 15-17