To HER, who, midst the world's vicissitudes 

 Of Good, of 111, of Pleasure, and of Pain, 

 Hath ever boldly stood, like stedfast rock. 

 Amid the strife of ocean ; — HER who still. 

 Through years of varied fortune, still unchang'd, 

 A faithful friend and comforter remains ; — 

 To HER who long, beside the social hearth. 

 Hath twin*d of Firmness and of Constancy 

 A wreath that ne'er shall perish ; unto HER 

 Affectionate, sincere, this Sylvan Song 

 I consecrate — these Pleasures of the Birds, 



J. J. 



