36 THE THRUSH. 



On the green turf I kneel and pray, 

 That he would bless my onward way ; 

 That wheresoe'er my path is found, 

 Heaven's gracious dews may fall around. 

 And then the pilgrim's prayers ascend 

 For every dear and distant friend : 

 And while beneath the forest glade, 

 His lonely orisons are made, 

 The campanero solemnly 

 Is tolling from the mora tree. 



And when the daylight dies away, 

 And evening brings her tempered ray, 

 The campanero's solemn strain 

 Falls on his listening ear again. 

 Sweet as the chime of vesper bell, 

 It seems of evening prayers to tell : 

 He thinks of friends, far, far away, 

 Who for the lonely wanderer pray. 

 That thought has banished half his care, 

 He joins with theirs his fervent prayer, 

 And seems, amid the twilight dim, 

 To hear them chaunt the vesper hymn ; 

 While from the lofty mora tree, 

 That forest-bell tolls solemnly. 



ORDER PASSERES. 



The Throstle, Thrush, or Mains. 

 Turdus Musicus. LINN. 



CONFINING ourselves, as we have done, to nar- 

 row limits, it will be necessary to leave some of 

 our sweetest song-birds unnoticed. But we 



