Nought looks the same, save the nests we made!”
Sad is your tale of the beautiful earth,
Birds that o’ersweep it in power and mirth!
Yet through the wastes of the trackless air
Ye have a guide, and shall we despair?
Ye over desert and deep have passed—
So shall we reach our bright home at last.
Mrs. Hemans.
What time thy heavenly voice preludes
Unto the fair and silent night,