The acquitted parents see their soaring race, And, once rejoicing, never know them more. Thomson's Seasons. The NIGHTINGALE and HAWK. A NIGHTINGALE in her retreat, , And seiz'd the hapless songster for his prey; Charmer, said he, I wait too long, Hawks require food more solid than a song; Then with a villain's smile he struck The loveliest tenant of the wood; In her poor heart his beak he stuck, On the DEATH of a LADY'S SPARROW. THE bird expires! Death gave the dreadful word, And lovely Anna mourns her fav'rite bird: The hateful Raven toll the passing bell, EPITAPH. Interr'd within this little space, A bird in silence lies: Learn hence how vain is ev'ry grace; Can mortals stop the arm of death, Ah, happy bird! to raise those sighs, Thrice bless'd thy life, her joy, her bliss, She gave thee many a gentle kiss, On seeing a GOLDFINCH in a Cage, hung in a Garden. SECLUDED from the feather'd throng, Who gaily hop from tree to tree: la vain thou try'st, with plaintive song, To fix their kind regards on thee. Thus have I seen, in prison pent, Some wretch by fortune's frowns undone; Through gloomy bars his fate lament To crowds, who pass regardless on. As once the DEATH of the LARK. grove the fair one trod, And tun'd the Sylvan strain, A Lark to imitate her strove, Her mattin song she ceas'd to sing, To rage (poor bird!) a victim fell, Then stretch'd a wing, and dropp'd the spray, |