THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
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warble the softest and sweetest notes in the ear of 
the fair, it would almost seem like the language of 
her absent lover. 
What lady of any sensibility but would take de- 
light in attending to such a sweet and affectionate 
companion when presented as a token of love ! It 
would be found a solace for 
Heart-rending cares and quivering fears, 
Anxious nights, untimely tears. 
The following lines, I believe, were written on one 
of those lovely songsters, which had escaped from its 
cage, and, after paying a visit to the woods, was seen 
flying through the streets of Liverpool in its way 
back to its mistress :— 
Poor exile from a fairer sky ! 
What dooms thee still to wander here. 
Removed from all the charms that vie 
To crown with bliss the opening year ? 
Oh ! in this dull and cheerless scene. 
Say, canst thou one attraction find 
To make thee quit the forest green. 
And leave each rural spot behind I 
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