ORNITHOLOGIA. 



PART THE SECOND. 



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POREIGN BIRDS. 



Once more of the Princes of Air — yet once more 

 Ere my harp in the hall to its place I restore. — 

 OncemoreshalltheWARBLERsbeheard,andtheirsoNG 

 Once more waken Echo the woodlands among. 



O for powers that, more worthy the theme of my lute, 

 Shall an audience insure and attention strike mute. 

 Might I catch, Bard of Erin ! a note of thy strain, 

 My song, although humble, shall not be in vain. 

 Yes, Moore ! to the sounds of thy rapturous Lyre 

 At distance I listen, but dare not aspire : 

 lend me thy mantle, or toss me thy pen ; 

 Or prompt me to sing of the Birds of the Glen. 



What delight had pervaded the Eagle's throng'd 

 court, 

 Swiftly bore to the Vulture the tongue of report: 

 His pride took alarm as on Andes he sate ; 

 He arose, flapp'd his wings, and assum'd much of state. 

 To declare to the empire his wishes august 

 He delay'd not — thus ran the high will of the Just : 



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