£26 THE NATURAL HISTORY 
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The Black-Bird; an Elegy. By Mr. Jago. 
npHE Sun had chac’d the mountain fnow. 
And kindly loos’d the frozen foil j 
The melting dreams began to flow, 
And ploughmen urg’d their annual toil. 
5 Twas then, amid the vocal throng, 
Whom nature wakes to mirth and love, 
A Black-bird rais’d his am’rous fong. 
And thus it echo’d thro’ the grove. 
O faired of the feather’d train ! 
For whom I dng, for whom I burn, 
Attend with pity to my drain, 
And grant my love a kind return. 
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For fee the wintry dorms are flown. 
And gentle Zephyrs fan the air ; 
Let us the genial influence own ; 
Let us the vernal paflime (hare. 
The Raven plumes his jetty wing, 
To pleafe his croaking paramour 3 
The Larks refponfive ditties dng. 
And tell their paffion as they foar. 
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