"O blessed Bird! the earth we pace
Again appears to be
An unsubstantial, faery place;
That is fit home for thee!"

Logan's stanzas, "To the Cuckoo," have less merit both as poetry
and natural history, but they are older, and doubtless the latter
poet benefited by them. Burke admired them so much that, while on a
visit to Edinburgh, he sought the author out to compliment him:--

"Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
Thou messenger of spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome sing.

"What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?

. . . . . . . .

"The schoolboy, wandering through the wood
To pull the primrose gay,
Starts, the new voice of spring to hear,
And imitates thy lay.

. . . . . . . .

"Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,