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Dialogue between the Canary and Humming Bird.
HUMMING BIRD.
You gaze from your narrow grate in vain,Poor prisoner-bird of the boasted strain;
Fresh flowers spring up in each nook and dell,
Every bird hath a tale of love to tell,
And the fairest bowers 'neath the summer sky
Are the haunt of the gadding butterfly;
While you, in your pitiless durance pine,
Say, what can you know of a joy like mine?
CANARY BIRD.
You hover about on the sunny spray,You revel among the flowers all day,
You wound the rose if it wake your ire,
But breathe no lay to the Bountiful Sire.
While I, by a captive's ills opprest,
Far, far from my native bowers of rest,
Pour forth from the morn to the setting sun,
The heart's deep music. “Thy will be done.”
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