The world is full of horrors, troubles, slights;
Woods’ harmless shades have only true delights.
William Drummond, 1585–1649.
XIII.
Birds.
LINES
FROM “FAREWELL TO THE VANITIES OF THE WORLD.”
Welcome, pure thoughts, welcome, ye silent groves—
These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves:
Now the wing’d people of the sky shall sing