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The Stork.
See the stork, with labor tending
Onward through the boundless sky;
'Neath those aged pinions bending,
That had taught his own to fly.
Onward through the boundless sky;
'Neath those aged pinions bending,
That had taught his own to fly.
Still his parents' burden bearing
Patient, o'er the trackless way,
Ever for their comfort caring,
Never wearied, night or day.
Patient, o'er the trackless way,
Ever for their comfort caring,
Never wearied, night or day.
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Father! when thy head is hoary,
When thine eye is dim with shade,
Will it be my pride and glory
Thy declining steps to aid?
When thine eye is dim with shade,
Will it be my pride and glory
Thy declining steps to aid?
Mother! when thy spirits languish,
When thy strength and youth are spent,
Shall I love to soothe thine anguish,
As thou o'er my cradle bent?
When thy strength and youth are spent,
Shall I love to soothe thine anguish,
As thou o'er my cradle bent?
Gentle, tireless, kind, and tender,
Shall I watch lest thou art grieved?
And the same affections render
That I once from thee received?
Shall I watch lest thou art grieved?
And the same affections render
That I once from thee received?
Filial lesson,—sweetly given!
May it not be lost on me;
Lest this simple bird of heaven
Should my just reprover be.
May it not be lost on me;
Lest this simple bird of heaven
Should my just reprover be.
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