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THE MOCKING-BIRD IN THE CITY.
Bird of the South! is this a scene to waken
Thy native notes in thrilling, gushing tone?
Thy woodland nest of love is all forsaken—
Thy mate alone!
Thy native notes in thrilling, gushing tone?
Thy woodland nest of love is all forsaken—
Thy mate alone!
While stranger-throngs roll by, thy song is lending
Joy to the happy, soothings to the sad:
O'er my full heart it flows with gentle blending,
And I am glad.
Joy to the happy, soothings to the sad:
O'er my full heart it flows with gentle blending,
And I am glad.
And I will sing, though dear ones, loved and loving,
Are left afar in my sweet nest of home,
Though from that nest, with backward yearnings moving,
Onward I roam!
Are left afar in my sweet nest of home,
Though from that nest, with backward yearnings moving,
Onward I roam!
And with heart-music shall my feeble aiding,
Still swell the note of human joy aloud;
Nor, with untrusting soul kind heaven upbraiding,
Sigh mid the crowd.
Still swell the note of human joy aloud;
Nor, with untrusting soul kind heaven upbraiding,
Sigh mid the crowd.
Philadelphia, May 24, 1836.
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