THE BIRD’S ADIEU!

THE WORDS AND MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM.

Farewell to the meadow,

For summer is past;

Farewell, for its leaves

Now whirl o’er the blast.

Farewell to the bough

Where my cradle was swung,

And the song of my mother

Was joyously sung.

How sweet was that song

Of the light-hearted bird;

No other I’ll sing—

’Twas the first that I heard.

And though to far lands

I must hasten away,

Wherever I roam,

I will carry that lay.

How sweet are these scenes,

For my birth-place is here;

And I know that in absence,

They’ll be but more dear.

I’ll sing of them there,

In the land where I roam,

And, winter departed,

I’ll return to my home.

MERRY’S MUSEUM.
VOLUME II.—No. 4.