...skies for ever bright. 649. BRYANT. The water-fowl. ' ' There is a path which no fowl knowsth. " 1 WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...

...might, The dwelling of his Genevieve. And oft he turns his truant eye, And pauses oft, and lingers near; TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...men, The olive's welcome bough t I hail thee, Mercy's herald then, Her sacred symbol now. . F. SMITH. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekest thou the plashy...

...brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHER, "midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...Waterfowl, finely allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

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...lonely flight of the water-fowl. Veneration prompted the inquiry, — "' Whither 'midst falling dew When glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy steps dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? " Sometimes, in musing upon genius in its simpler manifestations,...

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...'mid the desolate main, While the wonder and pride of your works remain. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WC BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...keep your souls from blight! Earth will forsake—Oh! happy to have given TO A WATEKFOWL. WC BRYANT. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...