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WELCOME, BAT, AND OWLET GREY.
O WELCOME, Bat, and Owlet grey,
Upon the soft wind floats her hair,
THE Dove let loose in eastern skies,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wings, nor flies
But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
So grant me, Lord! from every stain
No sin to cloud, no line to stay
Thy freedom on her wings.
WHEN the morning dawns, and the blest sun again
The flower-fed Humming-bird his round pursues;
THE CARRION CROW.
THE Wolf may howl, the jackal may prowl,
The worm may crawl in the carcase foul,
The bloodhound may hang with untiring fang, He is cunning and strong I trow;
But Death's staunch crew holds none more true Than the broad-wing'd Carrion Crow.
My roost is the creaking gibbet's beam,
Where the murderer's bones swing bleaching; Where the clattering chain rings back again To the night-wind's desolate screeching.
To and fro, as the fierce gusts blow,
And I note with delight the traveller's fright
I scent the deeds of fearful crime,
I wheel o'er the parricide's head;
I have watch'd the sire who, mad with ire,
I can chatter the tales at which
The ear of innocence starts;
And ye would not mark my plumage as dark, If ye saw it beside some hearts.
I have seen the friend spring out as a foe,
I have seen the soldier millions adored
When he wore a mask as well as a sword,
I have flutter'd where secret work has been done, Wrought with a trusty blade;
But what did I care, whether foul or fair,
If I shared the feast it made?
A struggle, a cry, a hasty gash,