...golden-crowned wren (motacilla regulus) begins its song. The lark, also, must not be forgotten : — In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of...

...cloud of 6re ; The blue deep thou wingest, .And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost Boat and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy...

...»ingest In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, *У*г which clouds are brightening, Thou dost tloat river; Why aught should fail and fade that once is...Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on tlie Tbou art uHseen, but ye* 1 Lear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose...

...most powerful muscles of all the singing- birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated in their construction than in...

...cloud of fire," The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen,...

...soaring ever singe*!. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds ore brigfttening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose...unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as ore the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we...

...soaring ever singcst. In the golden lighting Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...

...which clouds are hright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unhodied joy whose race is just hegun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven. In the hroad day-light Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that...

...sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee ia just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day -light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver...

...sunny fields, to the forest glades ! Is there not religion there ? Listen to the sky-piercing lark ! " Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy »brill delight." Hear, and heed! for the bird's song is a holier hymn than the organ-aided Te Deum....