298 BOMBAY DUCKS 



clad mountains watch over all. When the cuckoo 

 pours forth his " sovereign cry " amid such surroundings, 

 one feels that it is good to live and that there is no song 

 equal to that of the cuckoo ; but perhaps the truth 

 of the matter is contained in the lines — 



" Not in thy double note the magic Hes, 

 But in the fields and woods, the streams and skies." 



