80 The Canary. 



" Man is the cloud of coming storm, 



Dark as the raven's murky plume, 

 Save where the sunbeam, light and warm, 

 Of woman's soul and woman's form, 



Beams brightly o'er the gathering gloom. 



" Yes, lovely sex, to you 'tis given 



To rule our hearts with angel sway; 

 Blend with each woe a blissful leaven 

 Change earth into an embryo heaven 

 And sweetly smile our cares away." 



