Poems (Truesdell)/Lines to a Bird

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LINES TO A BIRD.
Thou pretty, little, sparkling bird!  Why dost thou come so near? Say, dost thou see me quite alone,  And come my heart to cheer?
'Tis true, I do seem quite alone:  But,ah! it is not so; For lofty thoughts are in my heart,  Nor would I let them go,
To mingle with the giddy ones, Who bow at fashion's shrine; For they the diamonds only wear,  While I secure the mine.
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Then, as they gayly float along  I'll sing this song for thee;But, oh! it is not half so sweet  As thine own minstrelsy.
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