 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
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THE LINNET'S NEST.
“My linnet's nest, Miss, will you buy?
They're nearly fledged.”—“Ah! no, not I;
I'll not encourage wicked boys
To rob a parent of its joys;
Those tender joys, to feed its young,
And see them grow up brisk and strong;
They're nearly fledged.”—“Ah! no, not I;
I'll not encourage wicked boys
To rob a parent of its joys;
Those tender joys, to feed its young,
And see them grow up brisk and strong;
“With care the helpless brood to nourish,
And see them plume, and perch, and flourish;
To hear them chirp, to hear them sing,
Teach them to try the little wing,
And view them chanting on the tree
The charming song of liberty.
And see them plume, and perch, and flourish;
To hear them chirp, to hear them sing,
Teach them to try the little wing,
And view them chanting on the tree
The charming song of liberty.
“'Twould make me grieve to see them mope
Within a cage, devoid of hope,
And all the joys that freedom owns:
The prisoner's melodies are moans.
I love their song, yet give to me
The cheerful note that sings, ‘I'm free.’”
Within a cage, devoid of hope,
And all the joys that freedom owns:
The prisoner's melodies are moans.
I love their song, yet give to me
The cheerful note that sings, ‘I'm free.’”
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