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Uhheedful of their plaintive notes
1 fang acrofs the mead ; In vain they tun'd their downy throats,
And flutter'd to be freed.
As paffing through the tufted grove,
Near which my cottage flood, I thought I faw the queen of love,
When Clora's charms I view'd. I gaz'd, I lov'd, I prefs'd her Hay
To hear my tender tale ; But all in vain, me fled away,
ISor could my fighs p.evail.
Soon through the wound which love had made
Came pity to my bread ; And thus 1 as compafiion bade,
The feather 'd pair addrefT'd ; Ye little warblers, chearful be,
Remember not ye flew ; For I, who thought myfelf fo free,
Am far more caught than you.
��THE BIRD, THAT HEARS HER NEST- LINGS CRY.
jnpHE bird, that hears her neftlings cry, JL And flies abroad for food, Returns impatient through the iky
To nurfe the callow brood : The tender mother knows no joy,
But bodes a thoufand harms, And ficke.ns for the darling boy,
When abfent from her arms.
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