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THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
Why sit we mute, when early linnets sing, 
When warbling Philomel salutes the spring? 
Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing. 
Now hawthorns blossom, now the daisies spring ; 
Now leaves the trees, and flow'rs adorn the ground ; 
Begin ; the vales shall echo to the sound. 
But when you sing the greens and opening glades, 
And give us harmony as well as shades ; 
A Titian's hand might draw the grove, but you 
Can paint the grove and add the music too. 
