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which our own pen would be feeble to 

 describe. 



To THE MOCKING-BIRD. 



BY FRANCIS COSBY, JR. 



Bird of the wild and wondrous song! 



I hear thy rich and varied voice, 

 Swelling the greenwood-depths among 



Till gloom and silence, pleased, rejoice ! 

 Spell-bound, entranced in rapture's chain, 

 We list to that inspiring strain! 

 We tread the forest's tangled maze, 



The thousand choristers to see, 

 Who mingled thus their voices raise, 



In that ecstatic minstrelsy. 

 We search in vain, each pause between, 

 The choral band is still unseen. 



'Tis but the music of a dream, 



Such as doth oft our slumbers cheer; 



But hark again! the eagle's scream! 

 It rose and fell distinct and clear! 



And list, in yonder hawthorn bush, 



The red bird, robin, and the thrush! 



