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rules laid down in section twelfth of the 

 division on the Canary-bird. 



The following beautifully descriptive 

 lines on this sweet songster, are from the 

 pen of an excellent poet, who, though 

 scarcely known in that capacity by the 

 mass, still possesses much of the fire of a 

 true son of Parnassus. 



To THE SONG SPARROW. 



BY HENRY PICKERING. 



Joy fills the vale, 



With joy ecstatic quivers every wing, 

 As floats thy note upon the genial gale, 



Sweet bird of spring! 



The violet 



Awakens at thy song, and peers from out 

 Its fragrant nook, as if the season yet 



Remained in doubt 



While from the rock, 

 The columbine its crimson bell suspends, 

 That careless vibrates, as its slender stalk 



The zephyr bends. 



