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THE GOLDFINCH'S SONG. 



Fringilla Carduelis. — Linn^us. 



'' The Goldfinch, he, 

 Whose plumage with the tropic warbler's vies ; — 

 Whose note — exultant chearfnlness itself;— 

 Whose downy dome rivals a Trochilid's 

 In beauty." 



From an unpublished Poem. 



I've a snug little nest 



111 a little elm tree ; 

 This nest I am sure 



You'll be pleas'd when you see ; 



It is made with much care, 

 And is lined so throughout — 



It is neatness itself 



Both within and without. 



But a dear little mate, 



She with whom I am blest, 



Is the neatest of all things 

 In this little nest. 



Should you pass by in May, 

 When our little ones come, 



Look in, and you'll find 

 We've a snug little home. 



