To A Brown Linnet

A wllil,Hwi-ft note Krom a llttle, brown throat As II the murmiir of brooks were la it, opgt lie sings Of the wlldwnotl rlngn, And tilín the song ofmy llttle llnnet! Suoh rlppIPK nd trillé! Ah ! iny own heart thrllla A the qulck notes hurry and hasten nloog; Tliiii I, too, muy share, Sweetblrd of thealr, Thy pure, wild raelody, rlch and strong! No touch as of pal n Id thy glad refrein, Tuou singest as lf thy beart o'erflowed ! NothliiK i 11 1 gladness, No hint of sadneso, Onlyjoyously pralslng thy Qod ! Mirrllv ringlng, Cbeerlly slnglngt Saylng to the sad of heart Beof good cheer ! Uod taught nit toslng The meNHage I hrlng, The brlght lar of hope drawetli anear ! " A pure olear note From a tlny throat, Wllh the rlppllngmuriiiurofslrcania wlthln The song he slngfi Of the wood land rings. And llils song of iny llttle llnnei !