302 FOREIGN BIRDS. 



Be it known to all Birds, beneath moon, beneath sun, 

 That, ere the next hebdomad race shall be run, 

 The Autocrat, monarch of Andes, the world, 

 Where vulturid banners have long been unfurl'd, 

 Apart all excuse and aside laying care, 

 A day of delight with his people will share. 

 It was, too, a command that no bird, on that day, 

 Should dare his rapacity once to display ; 

 Who, offended in this, in his fulness of might, 

 The monarch indignant would dash from his sight. 



Proclamation being made of the Vulturid's pride, 

 By swift pinion'd report it was borne far and wide ; 

 Announc'd, too, through many and distant a clime, 

 The Isle of assembly, and also the Time ; 

 To delight, and to birds, long the Island well known ; 

 There often the Vulture reclines on his throne ;~ 

 Not the throne of the Andes, but one where the ocean 

 Can be heard or in wild or in pleasing commotion : 

 Where a dell that, uplifting its bold, rocky side, 

 High, massive, would seem the fierce storm to deride. 

 His bolts shoot the thunder oft sportively there, 

 And echo, again and again, awakes fear. 

 Below, at the base of a mountainous rock, 

 That hath long stood of earthquakes and tempests the 



shock, 

 Rolls ocean, whose waves, as they break on the shore, 

 Send up through the dell a loud murmuring roar : 

 As you pass its wild, picturesque windings along, 

 You will hear many Birds both in loud and soft song; 



