THE CARRION CROW.' 



" Say, weary bii-d, whose leyel flight 



Thus, at the dusky horn' of night, 

 Tends through the midway aii-, 



A^'hy yet beyond the yerge of day 



Is lengthen'd out thy dark delay. 

 Adding another to the hom'S of care ? 



The \yren within her mossy nest 



Has hushed her little brood to rest ; 

 The wild wood-pigeon, rock'd on high, 



Has coo'd his last soft note of love, 



And fondly nestles by his dove. 

 To guard their downy young from an inclement sky. 



Each twittering bill and busy wing. 



That flits through morning's humid spring, 

 Is still, — listening perhaps so late 



To PhilomoTs enchanting lay, 



Who now, asham'd to sing by day, 

 Trills the sweet son-ows of her fate. 



Haste, bird, and nurse thy callow brood. 

 They call on Heaven and thee for food. 

 Bleak, — on some cliff's neglected tree ; 

 Hastx?, weary bird, thy lagging flight — 

 It is the chilling horn- of night. 

 Fit horn' of rest for thee ! " 



• Corvus Corone. — Liim. 



