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Friend of my early days,
Thou old, brown, folio tome,
Within my childhood's home;
Beheld with glad surprise,
To oriental skies.
The wise and valiant men
Are writ with holy pen;
With festive dance and song,
Thy pictured leaves among.
Did beautifully shine,
The good old men divine;
I traced through all the way;
From the German of Freiligrath.
Joseph H. Wythes. Thou truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I've tried;
My counsellor and guide.
That could this volume buy:
It taught me how to die. Geo. P. Morris.
BIRDS_FOWLS. And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life, and foul that may fly above the earth in the open firmament of heaven.
And God blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.-Genesis, i. 20, 22.
Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in the night; who teacheth us more than the beasts of the earth, and maketh us wiser than the fowls of heaven?--Job, xxxv. 10, 11.
In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?--Psalm xi. 1.
I know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.—Psalm 1. 11.
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers.Psalm cxxiv. 7.
As a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.-Proverbs, vii. 23.
As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.- Proverbs, xxvi. 2.
Curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.Ecclesiastes, x. 20.
Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they!--Matthew, vi. 26.
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.-Matthew, viii. 20.
Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?—Luke, xii. 24.
SWEET bird! thou sing'st away the early hours
Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raise
Behold! and look away your low despair,
What but God!
Thomson. Like an unfledged hungry bird, that in its nest
Hears its returning mother flap her wings,
Circling around when some choice food she brings; The nestling's love for both is then exprestIt strives to reach the food and be carest,
And rustles to begin its wanderings,
And thanks her with unwonted chiruppings, In notes that seem too sweet for its young breast:So do I feel whene'er the brilliant light Of the almighty sun to which I gaze,
Cheers with unusual warmth my fainting soul; Urged by internal love to bless and praise,
I take the pen, with joy beyond controul, And fluttering, praise my God with all my might.
Vittoria Colonna. Beautiful birds of lightsome wing, Bright creatures that come with the voice of spring; We see you arrayed in the hues of the morn, Yet ye dream not of pride, and ye wist not of scorn, Though rainbow splendour around you glows, Ye vaunt not the beauty which nature bestows: Oh! what a lesson for glory are ye, How ye preach the grace of humility.
Swift birds that skim o'er the stormy deep,
Č. W. Thompson.
Mrs. Hemans. What time thy heavenly voice preludes
Unto the fair and silent night, Winged minstrel of my solitudes,
Unknown to thee I trace its flight.
Thy voice so touching and sublime,
Seems far too pure for this gross earth; Surely we well may deem the chime
An instinct which with God has birth.
Into melodious union bring
Or float from heaven on wand'ring wing.
Which angels listen to with me,That sigh of pious night is found
In thee, melodious bird, in thee. Lamartine.
Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof,
When hastening fondly home,
Where idler warblers roam.
Of sinful passion free,
To steer my course to Thee.
My soul, as home she springs; The sunshine on her joyful way; Thy freedom on her wings.
Voore. The wild bird's song is a song of praise,
Which, thankful, he uplifts; Ever, like him, thy voice upraise,
To the Giver of all good gifts. Egone.