|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Thou shouldst be carolling thy Makers praise,|
Poor bird! now fetterd, and here set to draw,
With graceless toil of beak and added claw,
The meagre food that scarce thy want allays!
And thisto gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw,
But know to prize the infraction of her law
And hard perversion of her creatures ways!
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired,
Where notes of liquid utterance should engage
Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns.
Julian FanePoems. Second Edition, with Additional Poems. To a Canary Bird.
|Sing away, ay, sing away,|
Merry little bird
Always gayest of the gay,
Though a woodland roundelay
You neer sung nor heard;
Though your life from youth to age
Passes in a narrow cage.
D. M. MulockThe Canary in his Cage.
|Bird of the amber beak,|
Bird of the golden wing!
Thy dower is thy carolling;
Thou hast not far to seek
Thy bread, nor needest wine
To make thy utterance divine;
Thou art canopied and clothed
And unto Song betrothed.
E. C. StedmanThe Songster. St. 2.