Ballads for little folk . or thing lying stiff on the ground, With its little wing broke and the film oer itseyes, While the mother was flying distractedly roundAnd startling the wood with her piteous cries. As I stopped, just to say a kind, comforting word,I thought how my own home was guarded andblessed ;For, Jenny, my darling, my beauty, my bird,I knew I should find you content in the nest! And how are our birdies ? — the dear little things ;How softly and snugly asleep they are laid ;But dont fold them quite so close under your wings,Or youll kill them with kindness, my pet, Im afraid. I A
Ballads for little folk . or thing lying stiff on the ground, With its little wing broke and the film oer itseyes, While the mother was flying distractedly roundAnd startling the wood with her piteous cries. As I stopped, just to say a kind, comforting word,I thought how my own home was guarded andblessed ;For, Jenny, my darling, my beauty, my bird,I knew I should find you content in the nest! And how are our birdies ? — the dear little things ;How softly and snugly asleep they are laid ;But dont fold them quite so close under your wings,Or youll kill them with kindness, my pet, Im afraid. I And, Jenny, Ill stay with them now,—nay, I must,While you go out a moment, and take the freshair ;You sit here too much by yourself, I mistrust,And are quite overburdened with work and withcare. The Robin s Nest. 123 What, you dont want to go ! you want nothing so long As your dear little ones and your Robin are here ? Then Ill stay with you, Jenny, and sing the old song I sang when I courted you — shall I, my dear ?.
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