. Original poems, for infant minds . ll not attend to my pitiful call, Some think me a vagabond cheat,And scarcely a creature relieves me of all The thousands that traverse the street. Then ladies, dear ladies, your pity bestow;— Just then a tall footman came round,And asking the ladies which way they would go, The chariot turnd off with a bound. Ah! see little girl, then her mother replied, How foolish it was to complain ;If thou wouldst but have lookd at the contrary side, Thy tears would have dried up again. Thy house, and thy friends, and thy victuals and bed, Tvvas God in his mercy that g
. Original poems, for infant minds . ll not attend to my pitiful call, Some think me a vagabond cheat,And scarcely a creature relieves me of all The thousands that traverse the street. Then ladies, dear ladies, your pity bestow;— Just then a tall footman came round,And asking the ladies which way they would go, The chariot turnd off with a bound. Ah! see little girl, then her mother replied, How foolish it was to complain ;If thou wouldst but have lookd at the contrary side, Thy tears would have dried up again. Thy house, and thy friends, and thy victuals and bed, Tvvas God in his mercy that gave ;Thou didst not deserve to be coverd and fed, And yet all these blessings we have. This poor little beggar is hungry and cold, No father nor mother has she ;And while thou canst daily such objects behold, Thou ought quite contented to be. A coach and a footman, and gaudy attiie, Cant give true delight to the breast;To be good is the thing thou shouldst chiefly desire, And then leave to God all the rest. A. T. 8 ORIGINAL POEMS,. THE BIRDS NEST Now the sun rises bright and soars high in the air, The trees smile around us in green ;The sweet little birds to the meadows repair,And pick up the moss, and lambs wool, and hair, To make their nests soft, warm, and clean. High up in some tree, far away from the town, Where they think naughty boys cannot creep,They build it with twigs, and they line it with down,And lay their neat eggs, speckled over with brown,And sit till the little ones peep. Then come, little boy, let the wood, And climb up the very tall treeAnd while the old birds are gone out to get food,Well take down the nest, and the cheruping brood, And divide them betwixt thee and me. But ah! dont thou think twould be wicked and bad, To take their poor nestlings away;And after the toil and the trouble theyve had,When they think themselves safe, and are singing so To spoil all their work for our play ? [glad, Suppose that some monster, a dozen yards high,Should stalk
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