Rejoice in being, and resound thy praise.
With lab’ring wing, the lark, scarce seen on high,
Incessant pours his mattins through the sky.
Perch’d on yon lofty poplar’s topmost spray,
The thrill thrush welcomes the bright source of day.
Deep in the thicket hid, the blackbird shy,
His mellow whistle tunes, to aid the common joy.
The wood-lark, glory of the warbling throng,
Alternate sinks, and swells his varied song.
The gaudy goldfinch, linnet, white-throat fair,