TO A BROWN THRUSH,
On finding its nest and young.
O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm?Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am comeTo 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 destroyThy little home—now filled with peace and joy.
O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm?Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am comeTo 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 destroyThy little home—now filled with peace and joy.
O little thrush, what gives thee such alarm?Pray fear thee not, nor think that I am comeTo 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 destroyThy little home—now filled with peace and joy.