OF SELBORN'K. 



" As when a dove her rocky hold forsakes, 

 Rous*d, in a fright her sounding wings she shakes ; 

 The cavern rings with clattering : — out she flies, 



" And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies ; 



" At first she flutters: — but at length she springs 



" To smoother flight, and shoots upon her wings.'* 



I am, kc. 



