Then the torrents chant their noblest anthems, and then is the flood-time of our songster's melody.

As for weather, dark days and sun days are the same to him.

The voices of most song-birds, however joyous, suffer a long winter eclipse; but the Ouzel sings on through all the seasons and every kind of storm.

Indeed no storm can be more violent than those of the waterfalls in the midst of which he delights to dwell.

However dark and boisterous the weather, snowing, blowing, or cloudy, all the same he sings, and with never a note of sadness.