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sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton

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A THOUGHT IN A MARCH ROOKERY.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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A THOUGHT IN A MARCH ROOKERY.

With loud content the rook industrious weaves
The fabric of her nest, while March winds blow,
And rock the uneasy cradle to and fro,
Curtained by no warm canopy of leaves.
Fostering her callow young ones, she receives
With patient wing the pelting rain and snow:
And while her daily food lies spread below,
For future wants and woes she never grieves.
So let us pass through Life's tumultuous hour
With a light heart and ride upon the breeze,
Trusting our all to that benignant Power,
Who with a Father's loving eye foresees
Whatever fears may rise or storms may lower,
Controlling all things with Almighty ease!