Classic Poem

1

The tears of dew night leaves
Upon the grass at morn
Shews nature inly gri[e]ves
For deeds that day has done
For beetles trod upon
Moths and butterflies destroyed
Nests with the young ones gone
Left desolate and void.

2

For some the boys will get
And some the hawk destroys
Nature will mourn them yet
For spoiling summers joys
Hawks steal young birds by day
And the owlet hawks by night
So nature mourns her griefs away
In dewy pearls so bright.

3

Her tears of dew night leaves
On flower and grassy blade
At the havoc day has made
Dews fall at evening's gray
How heavy the gale sighed
When the birds were stole away
Loud chirping ere they died.