THE GOLDFINCH. 



* OH ! what is so pretty, so cunning, so gay, 

 So daintily busy the livelong day, 

 As my little goldfinch, beautiful pet, 

 With his butterfly wings, and cap of jet ? 



Far, far, from his native bowers of bloom, 

 He lives a prisoner, yet feels no gloom ; 

 For his merry glance and his sprightly song 

 Tell plainly as words that he fears no wrong.** 



C4Q) 



