The Goldfinch. 



Whose wavy flight and cheery whistle 

 Adorn the wastes o'ergrown with thistles; 

 No field so foul with noisome weeds, 

 But there the dainty Goldfinch feeds, 

 And greets with song the fervent rays 

 That flood high noon of August days. 



— CHAS. C. ABBOTT. 



