THE MOCKING-BIRD'S NIGHT SONG. 419 



Awake, O, breeze ! and bear my song 



To that fair seraph bright ; 

 Tell her that love awaits her steps 



In the bower of moonlight. 



Then welcome be thy silent hours, 



Thy moon and thy starlight ; — 

 Thy deep repose, thy bowers of bliss — 



Thrice welcome gentle night ! 



For an account of the Mocking-bird, see note (41), page 373 ; 

 but it may be stated here, in regard to its song, that during the 

 day its chief notes consist of the imitations of the songs of its neigh- 

 bours ; at night its song is more peculiarly its own. 



END OF THE SECOND PART. 



