. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . le,And soon surrounded thin with blithe noble binls, with skill spontaiioous, framedA nest of n-fds among the waved in lights and shadows oer the , in sweet thralduiii, yet unwceniugwhy, THE TELICAN. 447 The patient dam, who noer till now had knownParental instinct, brooded oer her eggs,Long ere she found the curious secret out,That life was hatching in their brittle , from a wild rapacious bird of prey,Tamed by the kindly process
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . le,And soon surrounded thin with blithe noble binls, with skill spontaiioous, framedA nest of n-fds among the waved in lights and shadows oer the , in sweet thralduiii, yet unwceniugwhy, THE TELICAN. 447 The patient dam, who noer till now had knownParental instinct, brooded oer her eggs,Long ere she found the curious secret out,That life was hatching in their brittle , from a wild rapacious bird of prey,Tamed by the kindly process, she becameThat gentlest of all living things,—a mother;Gentlest while yearning oer her naked young ;Fiercest when stirred by anger to defend them. While the plump nestlings throbbed agaiosf his heart,The tenderness that makes the vulture mild;Yea, half unwillingly his post resigned,When, home-sick with the absence of au hurried back, and drove him from her seatWith pecking bill and cry of fond distress,Answered by him with murmurs of delight,Wliose gutturals harsh, to her were lovei own Her mate himself the softening power his sloth, restrained his ranged the sky and fished the stream for , when oerwearied Nature forced her ofifTo shake her torpid feathers in the breeze,And bathe her bosom in the cooling flood,Be took her place, and felt through everyPierre, Then, settling down, like foam upon tlie war*,White, flickering, eflervescent, soon ruffled pinions smoothly she composed;And, while beneath the comfort of her wing%Her crowded progeny quite filled the halcyon sleeps not sounder, when th« windIs breathless, and the sea without a curl,—Nor dreams the halcyon of serener days,Or nights more beautiful with silent stars, 448 A TIME OF UNEXAMPLED PROSPERITY. Than, in that hour, the mother pelican, , The snap of his tremendous bill was like When the warm tumults of afiection sunk | Deaths scythe, d
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