258 BLUE-BIRD. 



Yet man, for whom these notes are sung, 



For whom these waters flow, 

 For whom this vernal wealth abounds, 



The monarch here below ! 



Man, only man ! with lofty brow, 



With stubborn heart and knee, 

 Looks o'er this smiling universe, 



Ungrateful, Lord, to thee. 



The perils of the winter past 



Spring, like a blooming bride, 

 The summer's and the autumn's hope, 



All magnify his pride! 



There there he stands a rebel still, 



A recreant to that Power, 

 That murmurs in each limpid rill, 



And breathes in every flower. 



The Blue-bird may be readily obtained 

 by means of trap-cages, though he thrives 

 best in confinement when reared from the 

 nest. As he is one of our most common 

 songsters, his young may be found in 

 almost any orchard in which a hollow or 

 decayed apple tree can be seen. In the 



