OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 169 
Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight 
To lands beyond the sea, 
And away, like a spirit bathed in light, 
Thou hurriest wild and free. 
Tord of the boundless realm of air, 
In thy imperial name, 
The heart of the bold and ardent dare 
The dangerous path of fame. 
Beneath the shade of thy golden wings 
The Roman legions bore 
From the river of Egypt’s cloudy springs, 
Their pride, to the polar shore. 
As this was the last lesson before the summer 
vacation, no questions had been prepared. 
The pupils were delighted with the acquaintances 
they had made among the birds, and separated with 
the promise of a more intimate friendship with some of 
them before school should open again in the fall. 
