278 STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



THE bird's SOLILOQUY. 



**I wish I dare venture, but how can I go 

 Far away from a home which has sheltered me so; 

 And what shall I do, when, from evening to morn, 

 I find m3"8elf friendless, and sad, and forlorn? 

 No mother comes near me — she left me to fly 

 In the path that she took to the beautiful sky; 

 And she warbled of blissful and glorious things. 

 Ere she waved an adieu with her fluttering wings. 

 I'll follow, and fear not — I'll mount up on high, 

 The zephyr will bear me — Fm on it — Good bye !" 



Let us think of that heaven of glory and love, 



Which to penitent sinners is promised above; 



And try, like the joyful young bird, to arise. 



On the pure wings of taith, to our home in the skies. 



