EPITAPH ON A GOLDFINCH Here lieth, aged three moons and four days, of unblemished life and character. by the rough and pitiless hands Though born with the most aspiring dispositions, he had a natural and undoubted Deeply sensible of this infringement he was often heard to petition for redress; in the most plaintive notes of melodious sorrow. wearied with fruitless efforts to escape, his indignant spirit burst the prison which his body could not, and left behind a lifeless heap of beauteous feathers. if suffering innocence can hope for retribution, deny not to the gentle shade of this unfortunate captive, of this lower universe. |