The Little Villager's Verse Book — Bird in Cage

Oh! who would keep a little bird confin'd?
When cowslip-bells are nodding in the wind,
When every hedge as with "Good-morrow" rings,
And heard from wood to coombe, the blackbird sings.
Oh! who would keep a little bird confin'd,
In his cold wiry prison! Let him fly,
And hear him sing. "How sweet is liberty!"