Bullie the Bullfinch


Dear Bullie thy voice which so often did charm

Is silenced forever by Death's mighty arm

God gave thee thy beauty; man gave thee thy song

Such perfection combined to few Bullies belong

Thy notes were so loyal, so sweet and as gay

As any free bird that sang on its spray

And all who ere heard thee thy loss will regret

Thy ready obedience I ne'er can forget

Then farewell my bird. I give thee this grave

In return for the pleasure thou often me gave

The sun will shine o'er thee, thou art free from the storm

These flowers will be freshened by the tears of the morn

M. P. Lawton March 31st, 1853


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