But stopp’d by turns, and limp’d along:
Her pains who feels can tell alone,
The bird for chang’d Columbo known;
Her mate, with pearly tears to greet,
Down from her nest she flew to meet.
Awhile with silent grief opprest,
At length she softly him addrest:
“Oh! tell me, dear Columbo, tell
What scenes you saw, what woes befell;
Why wounded thus Columbo mourns,