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'Twas the Books who taught men 



Vast pamphlets to pen 

 Upon social compact and law, 

 And Parliaments hold 



As themselves did of old, 

 Exclaiming " Hear, hear," for " Caw, Caw. 



And whence arose Love ? 



Go ask of the Dove, 

 Or behold how the Titmouse unresting, 



Still early and late 



Ever sings by his mate 

 To lighten her labours of nesting. 



Their bonds never gall, 



Though the leaves shoot and fall. 

 And the seasons roll round m their course, 

 For their marriage each year 



Grows more lovely and dear ; 

 A nd they know not decrees of Divorce. 



That these things are truth 



We have learned from our youth, 



For our hearts to o-ir customs incline, 



As the rivers that roll 



From the fount of our soul 



Immortal, unchanging, div ne. 



Man, simple and old, 



Ju his ages of gold. 

 Derived from our teaching true lighi ; 

 And deemed it his praise 



In his ancestor's ways, 

 To govern his footsteps aright. 



But tlie fountain of woes, 



Philooophy, rose ; 

 And what between res son and whim. 

 He has splintered oui- rules 



Into sections and schools, 

 "So the world is made bitter, for him. 



But the birds, since on earth. 



They discovered the worth 

 Of their souls, and resolved with a vow, 

 No custom to change 



For a new, or a strange, 

 Have attained unto Paradise, nou\ 



