I20 BIRD WORLD. 



With such quick and sportive play, 

 Ne'er was madder, merrier lay. 



Nor care nor fear thy bosom knows ; 

 For thee a tempest never blows ; 

 But when our northern summer 's o'er. 

 By Delaware's or Schuylkill's shore 

 The wild rice lifts its airy head, 

 And royal feasts for thee are spread. 

 And when the winter threatens there. 

 Thy tireless wings yet own no fear, 

 But bear thee to more southern coasts, 

 Far beyond the reach of frosts. 



Bobolink ! still may thy gladness 

 Take from me all taints of sadness; 

 Fill my soul with trust unshaken 

 In that Being who has taken 

 Care for every living thing 

 In suramer, winter, fall, and spring. 



Thomas Hill. 



If I were a bird, in building my nest, I should fol- 

 low the example of the Bobolink, placing it in the 

 midst of a broad meadow, where there was no spear 

 of grass, or flower, or growth unlike another to mark 

 its site. — Burroughs. 



