Sweet Bird! devoid of ev’ry care,
You feel no idle rage
To wander in the fields of air;
You’re happy in your cage.
You cheerful hop, and plume your wing,
And all your wants assuage,
Pick up your food, and drink and sing,
And revel in your cage.
Your heart no female charms allure,
No vain desires engage;
And many evils, I endure,
Are strangers to your cage.
Tho’ free to rove, I cannot find,
On life’s disastrous stage,
Such calm content and peace of mind,
As rest within your cage.
Then well you may your song pursue,
With ills no war you wage;
And Kings, my Bird! may envy you
The blessings of your cage.
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THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE;
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+Vol. II.+] +Wednesday, November 23, 1796.+ [+No. 73.+