The Old Problem
She had just one wee bird in her nest,
And she loved it, oh, so dear!
She cooed o'er it, sang to it, brooded its rest,
And kept it from shadow of fear.
I saw the nest empty: the mother apart
Sat silent, with never a song.
The earth's oldest problem oppressed her dumb heart,
Accusing the world of its wrong.
And she loved it, oh, so dear!
She cooed o'er it, sang to it, brooded its rest,
And kept it from shadow of fear.
I saw the nest empty: the mother apart
Sat silent, with never a song.
The earth's oldest problem oppressed her dumb heart,
Accusing the world of its wrong.
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