Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident,It is the very place God meant for thee;And should'st thou there small room for action see,Do not for this give room for discontent.richard chenevix trench
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 And 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.