A POEM, 



145 



Scarce larger than a lark, if worth were size, 



The puny gem'man would be no great prize. 



A cold north-easter is the breeze you lack 



For finding these ; but mind you turn your back 



Upon the same, as Snipes fly in its face, 



Of course, tow'rds you they steer, by such means 



place 



Themselves by far in greater jeopardy 

 Than if they downward with the gale did fly : 

 Some think they're much more difficult to kill 

 Than other birds; while some, whene'er they will, 

 Can bring them down ; but all consists in this, 

 Wait whilst they rise, with perfect steadiness, 

 If to you near, until they make a turn, 

 Before you aim ; if e'er so quick, ne'er spurn 

 This wholesome counsel; if you do, you may 

 Fruitlessly fire powder and shot away, 

 From morning's dawn until the close of day : 

 But when far off, you cannot then but choose 

 To fire without a thought, or you will lose 



