416 FOREIGN BIRDTS. 



Ye VICTIMS of the Storm I for voir 



This requiem I sing : 

 And for your shroud pimenta leaves 



Abundant I shall bring ; 



Here, wrapt in fragrance, you shall lie ; 



Oft from the giddy throng 

 rU steal apart and warble here 



For you, my saddest song. 



'Tis said that Man, a monarch here, 



Though he like us, too, dies. 

 In other worlds for ever lives 



Amidst unclouded skies. 



Then why not we — why should the gates 



Of death affections sever — 

 Why might not we, as well as man, 



Live too, and love for ever ? 



Ecstatic thought ! midst laurel shades 



For ever thus to sing ; — 

 Our long lost friends to find again 



In everliving spring ! 



Still Memory culls, O, Happiness! 



For THEE her choicest flowers : — 

 The violet, jasmine, pink, the rose. 



And woodbines, from her bowers. (®^) 



(67) Order, Passeres ; Thrush, the Wood, the Red- 

 breasted. 



The Turdus MeloduSf Wood-Thrush, Wood-Robin, or Ground- 

 Hobin, inhabits the ¥rhole of North America, from Hudson*s Bay 



