212 THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
Nature and art in all their charms combined, 
And all Elysium to one view confined ! 
Yet ia such charms, the noble thoughts abound, 
That needless seem the sweets of easy sound : 
So tries the artless lark her early flight, 
And soars to hail the god of verse and light. 
Scarce within view, aloft the skylark tow'rs, 
And his glad sound in cheerful music pours : 
He feels in every pulse the gentle glow, 
And looks, and listens, to the plain below ; 
Charmed by his song, if thence his partner calls, 
To her lov'd breast with am'rous speed he falls, 
UnrivaFd, as thy merit, be thy fame, 
And thy own laurels shade thy envy'd name ; 
Thy name, the boast of all the tuneful choir, 
Shall tremble on the strings of ev'ry lyre. 
No charms are wanting to thy artful lays. 
The tribute song a humble subject pays. 
