Procured with cost, preserved with care, I mean the gaudy Cockatoo. He is a bird of price and fame, And talks, as other birds can do; Yet in those words of simple lore Thus children oft, when sent to school, Learn all by accidence or rule, But see no meaning in the sounds: Yet, Reader! if 'tis but by rote Thou run'st thy daily lessons through, And never giv'st the sense a thought, Thou'rt but a prating Cockatoo. A bird may come to sound its name, At something more than birds can tell. THE OWL. Why dost thou wander, lonesome owl, And beast, to rest is laid? Why do thy broad wings shine so light From mead to mead, when the dim night Bids all the prospect fade? Doth the sun blind thine eyes by day, That, hid from sight, thou steal'st away Amid the ivy tree? Go, silly owl, go sleep till morn Shall to the woods and fields return, Then wake, and sport like me. "Ah! little boy," the owl would say, "Thou dost not know how blithe and gay I hail the twilight hour. When the pale stars are up, then I When lark and linnet lie asleep My hootings long and loud, no less The moon sheds down her brightest beams, To guide me by the woods and streams, Home to my dark old tree; |