Now what can it mean, they 're so happy and gay! Could it be that I made such a blunder that day, And mistook my own nest? I fear, Mrs. Duck, That you never can pardon me. Cluckity, cluck! S. E. EASTMAN. THE SCARLET TANAGER. Magic bird, but rarely seen, Tell me how, with shreds of light, Thou 'rt a visible desire, Quick as flame and plumed with fire, Of the heat of Fancy born. - Still unwearied, still unshorn! When these summer boughs grow old, And are changed to forest mould, Fair with floating dome and spire There to build thy funeral pyre! EDITH M. Thomas. WHO IS THE SEA-BIRD'S FOE? When the wild waves at the retreating tide Where sea-birds stoop for food in oozy tangle; · When hidden in the hollow of his boat - The practised marksman with his gun lies rocking, And wheeling round with curious eye you note The hapless sea-birds to destruction flocking; When on hard rock or crimsoned wave they fall, on yon By whom is nerved the sanguinary hand Which spreads a cloud of woe o'er cliff and water, And drives these living sunbeams from our strand? By thee, fair sister, wife, or gentle daughter! Who to set off the glory of your hair, For your brave hat demands the sea-bird's glory, Nor will one feather from your tresses spare To put an end to all this tragic story. You are the sea-bird's foe! You give the word That you may buy That you may dress the murderous guns are heard; the lovely sea-birds perish! RICHARD WILTON. UNOFFENDING CREATURES. The Being that is in the clouds and air, leaves among the groves, That is in the green Maintains a deep and reverential care For the unoffending creatures whom he loves. One lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what He shows, and what conceals, Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. WORDSWORTH. SEPTEMBER. And sooth to say, yon vocal grove Albeit uninspired by love, By love untaught to ring, May well afford to mortal ear An impulse more profoundly dear Than music of the spring. But list! though winter storms be nigh There lives Who can provide, For all his creatures : and in Him, These choristers confide. WORDSWORTH. EAGLE. Say! who can soar beyond the eagle's flight: GAY. THE SWALLOW. When weary, weary winter Hath melted into air, Hath clothed the branches bare, Far on the billowy ocean A thousand leagues are we, Dear old familiar swallow, What gladness dost thou bring: Here rest upon our flowing sail Thy weary, wandering wing. MRS. HOWITT. RETURNING BIRDS. Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring? "We come from the shores of the green old Nile, From the land where the roses of Sharon smile, From the palms that wave through the Indian sky, From the myrrh trees of glowing Araby." THE BIRDS. With elegies of love Make vocal every spray. MRS. HEMANS. CUNNINGHAM. THRUSH. Whither hath the wood thrush flown Bid him come! for on his wings Wheresoe'er he singeth. BARRY CORNWALL. LINNET. Within the bush her covert nest She soon shall see her tender brood The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, Among the fresh green leaves bedewed, Awake the early morning. NIGHTINGALE. But thee no wintry skies can harm Who only needs to sing To make even January charm And every season Spring. BURNS. COWPER. SONGSTERS. Little feathered songsters of the air In woodlands tuneful woo and fondly pair. SAVAGE. |