But let nie lo ibe vale ouce more desceud, 



And mingle with the woodland choir, and join 



Their various song, and celebrate with iheui 



'J'he woods, the rocks, the streams, the bosky bourne, 



The thorny dingle and the open glade ; 



For 'tis not in their song, nor in their plumes, 



Nor in their wondrous ways, that all their charm 



Consists; no, 'lis the grove, their dwelling-place. 



That lends them half their charm, that still is liuk'd 



By strong association's half-seen chain. 



With their sweet song, wherever it is sung. 



And while this lovely, this congenial llieoie, 



I slightly touch, oh, may I ne'er forget, 



Nature, thy laws ! 



James Gkahame's ' Birds <>/ Scolland.' 



