294 THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
And who on the globe can be found, 
Save your generation, and ours, 
That can be delighted by sounds, 
Or boasts any musical powers ? 
COWPER. 
We will now say farewell to our friendly visitor, 
and as even he must have an end, we will sing his 
dirge in the words of the poet : — 
Call for the robin redbreast and the wren. 
Since o'er shady groves they hover. 
And with leaves and flowers to cover 
The friendless bodies of unburied men ; 
Call unto his funeral dole 
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole. 
To raise hillocks that shall keep him warm, 
But keep the wolf far hence, that's foe to men. 
For, with his nails, he'll dig him up again. 
