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inging, On each green, tender bough. With what content and merriment, Their days are spent, whose minds are bent To follow the useful plough! _Old Song_ XXIII _A WREN'S NEST_ Among the dwellings framed by birds In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wren's In snugness may compare. No door the tenement requires, And seldom needs a laboured roof; Yet is it to the fiercest sun Impervious, and storm-proof. So warm, so beautiful withal, In perfect fitness for its aim, That to the Kind, by special grace, Their instinct surely came. And when for their abodes they seek An opportune recess, The hermit has no finer eye For shadowy quietness. These find, 'mid ivied abbey walls, A canopy in some still nook; Others are pent-housed by a brae That overhangs a brook. There to the brooding bird her mate Warbles by fits his low clear song; And by the busy streamlet both Are sung to all day long. Or in sequestered lanes they build, Where, till the flitting bird's return, Her eggs within the nest repose, Like relics in an urn. But still, where general choice is good, There is a better and a best; And, among fairest objects, some Are fairer than the rest. This, one of those small builders proved In a green covert, where from out The forehead of a pollard oak The leafy antlers sprout; For she who planned the mossy lodge, Mistrusting her evasive skill, Had to a primrose looked for aid, Her wishes to fulfil. High on the trunk's projecting brow, And fixed an infant's span above The budding flowers, peeped forth the nest, The prettiest of the grove! The treasure proudly did I show To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but once Looked up for it in vain: 'Tis gone--a ruthless spoiler's prey, Who heeds not beauty, love, or song, 'Tis gone! (so seemed it) and we grieved, Indignant at the wrong. Just three days after, passing by In clearer light, the moss-built cell I saw, espied its shaded mouth; And felt that all was well. The primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus, for pu
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