Which gives the worm and beetle birth.
In mournful mood he rests beside a stream;
He looks up towards the tall majestic trees
Whose tops are waving to the mountain-breeze;
He sees the sun’s unconquerable beam
Shine forth; he gazes on his native skies,
And tears gush from his eyes.
While Sorrow thus oppressed the noble Bird,
A rustling sound was heard—
A flutter as of soft wings through the grove—