336 STORIES ABOUT BIRDS. 



"Thus taught, they meditate a speedy flight; 



For this, even now they prune their vig'rous wing; 

 For this, consult, advise, prepare, excite; 



And prove their strength in many an airy ring. 



And does no power its friendly aid dispense. 

 Nor give us tidings of some happier clirae? 



Find we no guide in gracious Providence, 



Beyond the stroke of death, the verge of time? 



Yes, yes, the sacred oracles we hear. 



That point the path to realms of endless day; 



That bid our hearts, nor death, nor anguish fear; 

 This, future transport; that, to life the way. 



Then let us timely for our flight prepare. 

 And form the soul for her divine abode; 



Obey the call, and trust our leader's care. 

 To bring us safe to see our Father, God. 



Let no fond love for earth exact a sigh; 



No doubts divert our steady steps aside; 

 Nor let us long to live, nor dread to die: 



Heaven is our hope, and Providence our guide!" 



THE END. 



