To seek the violet’s perfume in hip and haw.
One day, when Solomon a camp had formed afield,
The birds all flocked around him, homage due to yield.
They found he spake their language, all their secrets knew.
With pleasure, birds of every kind about him flew.320
The birds with Solomon all left their twit-twit-twee,
And spake a tongue articulate; as one might see.
Synglottism is a link, a very potent spell;[167]
Among mere strangers, man’s a captive in a cell.
How many Turks and Hindūs synglottise with us;