BRITISH SONG-BIRDS. 89 



Enchantress sweet ! ne'er hail thy vesper strain ; 



Or hear thy melting notes steal through her vales 



In mellow murmurs? Say, then, warbler, say^ 



Why her sequester'd glades, her flew'ry glens. 



And briery brakes, for thee no charms display ! 



They smile as sweet as those in southern climes, 



Through which thy little pipe pours melody. 



Then, warbler, come ! it is a land of song, 



And join thy minstrelsy. Poor Scotia's sons, 



Though rude their northern harp, shall welcome thee 



With strains as soft as breath of whisp'ring lute. 



Or elfin magic lay on zephyr borne. 



What though no myrtle loads the air with fragrance, 



The lowly violet scents the gale as sweet ; 



Then, Philomela, come ! to Scotia come ! 



And, when the yellow moonbeam steals along, 



Pour through her woods thine own soft plaintive notes» 



Anonymousi. 



THE NIGHTINGALE. 



(poetically) PHILOMEL. 



SYLVIA LUSCINIA; LATHAM. MOTACILLALUSCINIA; 



LINNJEUS. ROSSIGNOL ; BUFFON. 



The Nightingale, as a song-bird, is deservedly 

 esteemed one of the sweetest, most powerful, and 



