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VERSIFIED FROM THE GERMAN OF GESSNER: 1812.

A swain, as he strayed through the grove,

Had caught a young bird on a spray—

What a gift, he exclaimed, for my love,

How beautiful, charming, and gay.

With rapture he viewed the fair prize,

And listened with joy to its chat,

As with haste to the meadow he hies

To secure it beneath his straw hat.

I will make of yon willows so gay,

A cage for my prisoner to mourn,

Then to Delia, the gift I'll convey,

And beg for a kiss in return.

She will grant me that one, I am sure,

For a present so rare and so gay,

And I easily can steal a few more

And bear them enraptured away.

He returned: but imagine his grief,

The wind had his hat overthrown,

And the bird, in the joy of relief,

Away with his kisses had flown.

H.R.S.