FOR CHILDREN. 165

To spicy groves, where he had won
His plumage of resplendent hue,

His native fruits, and skies, and sun,
He bade adieu.

For these he changed the smoke of turf,
A heathery land and misty sky,

And turned on rocks and raging surf
His golden eye.

But, petted, in our climate cold

He lived and chatted many a day ;
Until with age, from green and gold,

His wings grew grey.
At last, when blind and seeming dumb,

He scolded, laughed, and spoke no more,
A Spanish stranger chanced to come

To Mulla’s shore ;

He hailed the bird in Spanish speech,
The bird in Spanish speech replied,
Flapped round his cage with joyous screech,
Dropt down, and died.
Campbell,

 

A FAIRY’S SONG.’

Come, follow, follow me,
Ye fairy elves that be;
Light tripping o’er the green,
Come follow Mab, your queen !
1 This song which is taken, with little alteration, from

Percy’s Reliques, appears to have been first published in the
year 1658.