414 FOREIGN BIRDS. 



The Vulture first rose : on the havoc profound 

 He glanc'd ; it might even a monarch astound : 

 Nought abash'd, he flew over the desolate dell, 

 Then, stooping, he swept o'er the water's deep swell ; 

 A favourite morsel roll'd down in the tide,— 

 Its possession an instant enough to decide. 

 The Grallators dipp'd, too, their long beaks in the 



flood; 

 At times they were stain'd or with gore or with blood. 

 The Goatsuckers, Scansors, the Parrots, a few, 

 Their clamorous notes chose again to renew ; 

 But the powerful impression the hurricane made 

 The birds of fine feeling detain'd in the shade : 

 Yet the musical Wood-thrush, torn laurels among, 

 As ev'ning approach'd, warbled forth a sweet song : 

 The sad and the sombre become him the best : 

 Thus he sang, as he perch'd on his leafy beech nest : — 



