“... can’t seem to write but jest on sheers
With furrin countries or played-out ideers.
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This makes ’em talk o’ daisies, larks, an’ things,
Ez though we’d nothin’ here that blows an’ sings.
Why, I’d give more for one live bobolink
Than a square mile o’ larks in printer’s ink!”
Hosea, in spite of the meagreness of his allusions to bird life, still proves beyond a doubt that he is conversant with the migratory habits of the birds, and that he has been watching a little impatiently for their vernal appearance in his native fields and woods, as every bird student who reads the following lines will testify,—
“The birds are here, for all the season’s late;
They take the sun’s height, an’ don’ never wait;