My gratitude is doubly due,
For all the hedges[2] in my view,
Afford a verdant cover;
I now can build my nest once more,
From childhood's prying glance secure,
And from the hawk's keen eye, tho' o'er
The sacred bush he hover.
Oh! had I Philomela's tongue,
The thrush's note, or warbling song
Of blackbird, lark, or linnet;