416 FOREIGN BIRDS. 



Ye victims of the Storm! for you 



This requiem I sing : 

 And for your shroud pimenta leaves 



Abundant I shall bring ; 



Here, wrapt in fragrance, you shall lie ; 



Oft from the giddy throng 

 I'll steal apart and warble here 



For you, my saddest song. 



'Tis said that Man, a monarch here, 



Though he like us, too, dies, 

 In other worlds for ever lives 



Amidst unclouded skies. 



Then why not we — why should the gates 



Of death affections sever- 

 Why might not we, as well as man, 



Live too, and love for ever ? 



Ecstatic thought ! midst laurel shades 



For ever thus to sing; — 

 Our long lost friends to find again 



In everliving spring ! 



Still Memory culls, O, Happiness! 



For thee her choicest flowers : — 

 The violet, jasmine, pink, the rose, 



And woodbines, from her bowers. ( 6? ) 



( 67 ) Order, Passeres ; Thrush, the Wood, the Red- 



EREASTED. 



The Turdus Melodus, Wood-Thrush, Wood-Robin, or Ground- 

 Robin, inhabits the whole of North America, from Hudson's Bay 



