When to the cross I turn my eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee. - James Montgomery

Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,
Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks;
Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden
Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land,
These mighty hunters of the deep return'd.
There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease,
Gorging their hapless victims one by one;
Then full and weary, side by side, they slept,
Till evening roused them to the chase again.

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.