OF SELBORNE 115 



' As when a dove her rocky hold forsakes, 

 Rous'd, in her fright her sounding wings she shakes ; 

 The cavern rings with clattering : — out she flies, 

 And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies : 

 At first she flutters : — but at length she springs 

 To smoother flight, and shoots upon her wings." 



I am, etc. 



