Is it any wonder, then, that birds and their nests have always been a
source of delight to thinking man?

With no tools but their tiny feet and sharp little bills, these
feathered songsters build their habitat, more cunningly and artfully
than any artisan could hope to do even after a long apprenticeship.




SELECTION X

THE HUNTERS

In the bright October morning
Savoy's Duke had left his bride.
From the Castle, past the drawbridge,
Flowed the hunters' merry tide.

Steeds are neighing, gallants glittering
Gay, her smiling lord to greet,
From her splendid chamber casement
Smiles the Duchess Marguerite.

From Vienna by the Danube
Here she came, a bride, in spring,
Now the autumn crisps the forest;
Hunters gather, bugles ring.