And thus throughout the livelong day,
(Tho’ showery pearl-drops damp its wings;
And heedless who may pass its way,)
The modest Pewee sits and sings.
Bird of the heart—meek Virtue’s child!
Emblem of sweet simplicity;
An thou’d’st a pleasant hour have whiled,
Go list the Pewee’s minstrelsy!
The eagle’s wing it may not boast,
Nor yet his plume of golden sheen;