TO A BROWN THRUSH ,

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On finding its nest and young.

O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm?
Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am come
To injure or disturb thy happy home;
Thy little ones so sweet I ne’er would harm.
Thy love, like all true parents’ love, is strong—
At all times anxious for thy young so dear;
But put away now ev’ry needless fear,
And once again resume thy happy song.
Sweet bird, I wish thee never-ceasing cheer!
Who, with devoted love and tender care,
Look’st on thy nestlings now so young and fair.
May never cruel enemy come near,
Led by blood-thirsty instincts, to destroy
Thy little home—now filled with peace and joy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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