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BLACKBIRD'S NEST
The cloudy morning brought a pleasant day,And soon the busy mist was all away,
When first I wandered out and chanced to see
A woodbine twining round a stoven tree,
That ventured up and formed a bush at top
And bended leaning till it met a prop,
And overhung with leaves so thick a shade
You couldn't see the nest the blackbird made,
Who fluttered o'er my head as if from boys;
And soon her partner answered to the noise.
The path went closely by, but seldom prest
By passer-by, who never saw the nest;
The old birds sat and sung in safety sure,
And the young brood, pin-feathered, lay secure.
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