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THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
Vain man ! be wise ; before your eyes ' 
Keep still your latter end ; 
The life of Lin was free from sin,— 
Yours, pray in time amend. 
THE GREEN LINNET. 
The May is come again : — how sweet 
To sit upon my orchard-seat ! 
And birds and flowers once more to greet. 
My last year's friends together : 
My thoughts they all by turns employ ; 
A whispering leaf is now my joy. 
And then a bird will be the toy 
That doth my fancy tether. 
One have I marked, the happiest guest 
In all this covert of the blest : 
Hail to thee, far above the rest 
In joy of voice and pinion, 
