and

    graceful ernately soaring like a ripple

    and tumbling a rod or two over and over, she under side of

    its he

    pearly inside of a s reminded me of falconry and

    ry are associated  sport.  the

    Merlin it seemed to me it mig I care not for its

    name.  It  et I nessed.  It did

    not simply flutter like a butterfly, nor soar like the larger hawks,

    but it sported ing

    again and again s strange c repeated its free and

    beautiful fall, turning over and over like a kite, and then

    recovering from its lofty tumbling, as if it  its foot

    on terra firma.  It appeared to he universe --

    sporting to need none but the

    et played.  It  lonely, but made all the

    eart.   s

    kindred, and its fatenant of t

    seemed related to t by an egg cime in the

    crevice of a crag; -- or s native nest made in the angle of a

    cloud, rimmings and t sky, and

    lined  midsummer  up from earts eyry

    now some cliffy cloud.

    Beside t a rare mess of golden and silver and bright

    cupreous fisring of jewels.  Ah! I have

    penetrated to t spring

    day, jumping from o  to willow

    root, whed in so

    pure and brig as would hey had

    been slumbering in there needs no

    stronger proof of immortality.  All t live in such a

    liging?  O Grave, why

    victory, then?

    Our village life agnate if it  for the

    unexplored forests an