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TrfE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS, 
And as utility ne'er wavers, 
Our uniformity's an excellence, 
Yours shews deficiency of sense ; 
To pleasure's essence, change belongs." 
Count Gyllenberg. 
(From the " Quarterly Review.''^) 
THE AMERICAN EAGLE. 
Bird of the heavens ! whose matchless eye 
Alone can front the blaze of day, 
And, wandering through the radiant sky. 
Ne'er from the sunlight turns away ; 
Whose ample wing was made to rise, 
Majestic, o'er the loftiest peak. 
On whose chill tops the winter skies 
Around thy nest in tempests speak. 
What ranger of the winds can dare. 
Proud mountain-king, with thee compare. 
Or lift his gaudier plumes on high 
Before thy native majesty. 
When thou hast ta'en thy seat alone 
Upon thy cloud -encircled throne ? 
