GLAD TO DIE.
F. L. Horner.
LAMENT OF A CAGED GOLDFINCH. A wretched little Goldfinch I! My song is changed to piteous cry. Through long days drear I fret and rage' Pent tight within this narrow cage. Broken my leg, worn bare both wings and tail In puny effortsbut of no avail To free myself. I can’t get out! I hear the children play and shout And wonder on this sunny morn Why bird like me was ever born. Hearken! One comes with hushed breath. He whispers “Birdie, I am Death, Love’s servant, sent to set you free.” I feel a warmth enfolding me Like mother wings in bygone days, To kindly Death be thanks and praise. Man’s cruelty I can now defy, And so I . . . little Goldfinch . . . die.
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Forest and Bird, Issue 32, 1 April 1934, Page 12
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129GLAD TO DIE. Forest and Bird, Issue 32, 1 April 1934, Page 12
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