...hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BT WILLIAM CCLLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst /ailing dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...it is his word, And aye will welcome back again its little travelling bird. T. AIRD. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy 6gure floats along. Seek'st t hon thy plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...and high ancestral hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst falling dew. While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do tbee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEH, "midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...pursue Thy solitary way . Vainly the fowler's eye Mignt mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats...

...skies for ever bright. 649. BRYANT. The water-fowl. ' ' There is a path which no fowl knowsth. " 1 WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...

...Waterfowl, finely allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...welcome bough t I hail thee, Mercy's herald then, Her sacred symbol now. . F. SMITH. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekest thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide. Or where the rocking billows rise...

...of his Genevieve. And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHER, "midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...lonely flight of the water-fowl. Veneration prompted the inquiry, — "' Whither 'midst falling dew When glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy steps dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? " Sometimes, in musing upon genius in its simpler manifestations,...