Ye birds 

 That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, 

 Bear on your wings and in your notes His praise. 



Milton— Paradise Lost V. 



On every bowgh the briddes herde I synge 



With voys of aungel in her armont 



That besyed hem her briddes forthe to brynge. 



Chaucer— 27ie Assembly of Foules. 



Hark to Nature's lesson, given 

 By the blessed birds op heaven ; 

 Every bush and tufted tree 

 Warbles sweet philosophy ; 

 Mortal fly from doubt and sorrow, 

 God provideth for the morrow. 



Hebeb, 



