Thou should'st be carolling thy Maker's praise,
Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to draw,
With graceless toil of beak and added claw,
The meagre food that scarce thy want allays!
And this--to gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw,
But know to prize the infraction of her law
An hard perversion of her creatures' ways!
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired,
Where notes of liquid utterance should engage
Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns.
- Julian C.H. Fane,
Quotes, by Julian C.H. Fane , Source: Poems--Second Addition, with Additional Poems--To a Canary Bird