AJy bird lias flown away, 

 Far out of sight has flown, I know not where. 



Look in your lawn, I pray. 

 Ye maidens kind and fair. 

 And see if my beloved bird be there. 



Find him, but do not dwell 

 With eyes too fond on the fair form )ou see, 



Nor love his song too well ; 

 Send him at once to me. 



Or leave him to the air and liberty. 



From the Spanish. 



Some day a budding ornithologist, more eager than wise, with note-book and 

 pencil, will possibly record a "new species" among the foothill trees — a species 

 that resembles both yellow warbler and goldfinch. And the young man will look 

 very knowing, all alone out in the woods; and he will send his specimen to the 

 National Museum for identification. And the museum people will shake their 

 wiser heads and inform the "ornithologist" that, in their opinion, there is more 

 of the ordinary tame caflary "let loose" in the individual than goldfinch or warbler. 

 Let it pass. 



A bird for thee in silken bonds I hold, 

 Whose yellow plumage shines like polished gold : 

 From distant isles the lovely stranger came, 

 And bears the far-away Canary's name. 



Littleton. 



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