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And parted thus they rest who play'd
Beneath the same green tree;
Around one parent knee;
They that with smiles lit up the hall,
And cheer'd with song the hearth!-
THE THRUSH'S NEST
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush,
That overhung a mole-hill large and round, I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns of rapture, while I drank the sounä With joy; and oft, an unintruding guest,
I watch'd her secret toils from day to day, How true she warp'd the moss to form her nest,
And modell’d it within with wool and clay. And bye and bye, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs as bright as flowers, Ink-spotted over, shells of green and blue ;
And there I witness'd, in the summer hours, A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly, Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky.
THE LAST OF THE FLOCK
In distant countries have I been,
He saw me, and he turn'd aside,
- Shame on me, sir ! this lusty lamb,
3 “When I was young, a single man, And after youthful follies ran, Though little given to care and thought, Yet so it was, an ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
4 "Year after year my stock it grew; And from this one, this single ewe, Full fifty comely sheep I raised, As fine a flock as ever grazed ! Upon the Quantock Hills they fed ; They throve, and we at home did thrive: -This lusty lamb of all my store Is all that is alive ; And now I care not if we die, And perish all of poverty.
5 'Six children, sir, had I to feed ; Hard labour, in a time of need ! My pride was tamed, and in our grief, I of the parish ask'd relief, They said I was a wealthy man; My sheep upon the uplands fed, And it was fit that thence I took Whereof to buy us bread. “Do this; how can we give to you,' They cried, 'what to the poor is due?'
6 “I sold a sheep, as they had said, And bought my little children bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
Another still ! and still another!
To wicked deeds I was inclined,
THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST
Little Ellie sits alone
By a stream-side on the grass ;
And the trees are showering down
On her shining hair and face.