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poems.
Here, guarded through the wintry hours
And shelter'd from the summer storm,
Your cages shaded o'er with flowers,
You never know a sad alarm.
But sweetly sing,
While I withal to you your repast bring!
And shelter'd from the summer storm,
Your cages shaded o'er with flowers,
You never know a sad alarm.
But sweetly sing,
While I withal to you your repast bring!
This is your home, and here your song
Is full of joy and sweet delight;
To you, sweet birds, no cares belong,—
You fold the fearless wings at night.
No cruel cat, or bird of prey,
Shall harm one primrose-colour'd plume;
Your merry song shall cheer my day,
And I will guard you in the gloom!
Then sweetly sing,
And give to joy your grateful offering!
Is full of joy and sweet delight;
To you, sweet birds, no cares belong,—
You fold the fearless wings at night.
No cruel cat, or bird of prey,
Shall harm one primrose-colour'd plume;
Your merry song shall cheer my day,
And I will guard you in the gloom!
Then sweetly sing,
And give to joy your grateful offering!
POOR AND RICH.
'I'm poor to-day,' the humble worm
May murmur as it creeps along:
It knows not that it hath the germ
Of brighter life,—the gay, the strong,
Contemptuous wreak the cruel wrong.
But soon it rises bright and fair
A butterfly in heaven's pure air.
Then flattering chase the heartless throng!
May murmur as it creeps along:
It knows not that it hath the germ
Of brighter life,—the gay, the strong,
Contemptuous wreak the cruel wrong.
But soon it rises bright and fair
A butterfly in heaven's pure air.
Then flattering chase the heartless throng!
