Linda's Song

A little blrd Ilew To tlie top of a trce ; The sky t v;is jlue And l!io blrd sang to me. So tender and trae wns the strain The Binger, I hoped, would rcmaln ; ' O little blrd, stay and prolong Tlic rapture, tlie grief ui'the song. A littlo thonght caine, Carne out of iny lieart ; It whíspeied a name Tliat made me to start. And iíií: roíie-colored breath of in.vsipii Flushed i , : the sea andthesky Delay, little thought ! O, de Aud gljukk'u iny lile withtliy ray !