A MORNING WALK. 5 



hover, as if the insects he tries to catch were 

 suspended in the air and not moving. 



" The sporting white throat on some twig's end borne, 

 Pours hymns to freedom and the rising morn." 



A Cushat with rapid and strong beat of 

 wings passes over our heads, flying rapidly in 

 a straight line to get its morning meal, perhaps 

 a mile or two away. There is a flock of young 

 Rooks "caw-cawing" amongst the trees, which 

 disturbs the morning's peace. They have evi- 

 dently left the paternal nest to be nearer the 

 feeding grounds, and so relieve the old birds 

 of the trouble of making long journeys. This 

 morning I wish them elsewhere. 



" But who the melodies of morn can tell : 

 The wild brook bubbling down the mountains, 



The lowing herd, 



The hum of bees, and linnet lay of love, 

 And the full choir that wakes the universal grove. 7 ' 



The Pheasants are out feeding in the fields, 

 and the cheery matin song of the Lark fills the 

 odorous air as the mist leaves the top of Tur- 

 leum ; while the Rabbits, old and young, in 



