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Half lost in admiration, half in fear, I left the brothers wondering and amazed, Thinking that all the choir of heaven was near. DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY. * * * * * FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS. Meanwhile the tepid caves, and fens, and shores, Their brood as numerous hatch from the egg that soon Bursting with kindly rupture, forth disclosed Their callow young; but feathered soon and fledge They summed their pens; and, soaring the air sublime, With clang despised the ground, under a cloud In prospect: there the eagle and the stork On cliffs and cedar-tops their eyries build; Part loosely wing the region; part, more wise, In common ranged in figure, wedge their way, Intelligent of seasons, and set forth Their aery caravan, high over seas Flying, and over lands, with mutual wing Easing their flight; so steers the prudent crane Her annual voyage, borne on winds; the air Floats as they pass, fanned with unnumbered plumes: From branch to branch the smaller birds with song Solaced the woods, and spread their painted wings Till even; nor then the solemn nightingale Ceased warbling, but all night tuned her soft lays: Others, on silver lakes and rivers, bathed Their downy breasts; the swan with arched neck Between her white wings, mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet; yet oft they quit The dank, and, rising on stiff pennons, tower The mid aerial sky: others on ground Walked firm; the crested cock, whose clarion sounds The silent hours; and the other, whose gay train Adorns him, colored with the florid hue Of rainbows and starry eyes. MILTON: _Paradise Lost_, book 7. * * * * * A CHILD'S WISH. I would I were a note From a sweet bird's throat! I'd float on forever, And melt away never! I would I were a note From a sweet bird's throat! But I am what I am! As content as a lamb. No new state I'll covet; For how long should I love it? No, I'll be what I am,-- As content as a lamb! _Poetry for Children._ * * * * * THE HUMMING-BIRD. Emerald-plumed, ruby-throated, Flashing like a fair star Where the humid, dew-becoated, Sun-illumined blossoms are-- See the fleet hummin
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