THE LANGUAGE OP" BIRDS. 
They sang as blythe as finches sing. 
That flutter loose on golden wing, 
And frolic where they list ; 
Strangers to liberty, 'tis true, 
But that delight they never knew, 
And therefore never missed. 
But nature works in every breast 
With force not easily suppressed. 
And Dick felt some desires ; 
Which, after many an effort vain, 
Instructed him, at length, to gain 
A pass between the wires. 
The open windows seemed to invite 
The freeman to a farewell flight. 
But Tom was still confined ; 
And Dick, although his way was clear, 
Was much too generous and sincere 
To leave his friend behind. 
So, settling on his cage, by play. 
And chirp, and kiss, he seemed to say, 
You must not live alone ; 
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