JENNINGS. THE WOODLARK'S INVOCATION. ODDESS of the realm of song! Deign our humble notes to hear! Love demands our earliest lay ;- While we welcome laughing spring. May, with feet bedropp'd with dew, May, whose arch look, winning wiles, Youth on tip-toe oft beguiles. Goddess of the soul of song! Thou to whom delights belong, MONTGOMERY. HY notes are silenced, and thy plumage mew'd; Yet liberty alone can plume my wing; Oh! give me that !-I will not, cannot fly Unseen in air, heaven's music from my tongue : The sweetness of my strain shall wring thy heart. |