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TO A CITY PIGEON.
STOOP to my window, thou beautiful Dove!
To catch a glance of thy gentle eye.
Why dost thou sit on the heated eaves,
And forsake the wood, with its freshen'd leaves? Why dost thou haunt the sultry street,
When the paths of the forest are cool and sweet? How canst thou bear
This noise of people-this breathless air?
Thou alone of the feather'd race
Dost look unscared on the human race;
Thou alone, with a wing to flee,
Dost love with man his haunts to be;
Has become a name for trust and love.
A holy gift is thine, sweet bird!
Thou'rt named with childhood's earliest word;
Are its brightest image of moving things.
It is no light chance: thou art set apart,
Angelic rays from thy pinions stream.
Come! then, ever, when daylight leaves
Lessons of Heaven, sweet bird, in thee!
BIRDS OF PASSAGE.
BIRDS, joyous birds of the wand'ring wing! Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring? -"We come from the shores of the green old
From the land where the roses of Sharon smile; From the palms that wave through the Indian sky, From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.
"We have swept o'er cities, in song renown'dSilent they lie, with the deserts round!
We have cross'd proud rivers, whose tide hath roll'd
All dark with the warrior blood of old ;
And each worn wing hath regain'd its home, Under peasant's roof-tree, or monarch's dome."
And what have ye found in the monarch's dome, Since last ye traversed the blue sea's foam ?
-"We have found a change, we have found a pall,
And a gloom o'ershadowing the banquet's hall, And a mark on the floor, as of life-drops spiltNought looks the same, save the nest we built!"
Oh, joyous birds, it hath still been so!
Through the halls of kings doth the tempest go!
"A change we have found there, and many a change!
Faces and footsteps, and all things strange!
And the young that were have a brow of care;
Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth,
VARIED as his plumes, and as his plumes
Smoothly, with many a happy rise and fall.
The vividly-contrasted tints unite
To please the admiring eye! So, loud and soft,