THE GOLDFINCH. 



"Oh ! what is so pretty, so cunning, so gay, 

 So daintily busy the livelong day, 

 As my little goldfinch, — beautiful pet, — 

 With his butterfly wings, and cap of jet ? 



Far, far, from his native bowers of bloom. 

 He lives a prisoner, yet feels no gloom ; 

 For his merry glance and his sprightly song 

 Tell plainly as words that he fears no wrong." 



