Classic Poem

1

Hidden midst the grass it lay,
There no sunbeam made its way,
Round it hung the joyous flowers,
Their growing measured by the hours
No rude hand's unhallowed touch
Or prying eye was placed on such.

2

Velvet down from off the breast,
Of the bird the light eggs prest
Four small eggs of darkish hue,
Nor from the nest the bird withdrew
But to get her scanty food,
On them she sat with patient mood.

3

With fresh plucked moss the nest was lined,
Without small twigs the structure bind,
By the small bird all 'twas made,
By that bird those eggs were laid.
Oh! happy bird, no fear nor care
Disturb thy joyous flight through air.

4

Go happy bird with joy behold
Thy tender brood, and from the cold
Shelter them with the parent's wing
Till they with joyful notes shall sing
Till they shall wing their flight straight
Far from the nest and flowers to stay.