THE YOUTH’S CABINET. 157

The Bird’s Nest.

 

BY J. P. M’coRD,

 

One sunny day in early spring,
While gladness ruled the hour,

1 saw two robins quit the wing,
And meet within a bower.

It seem’d a chance by which they met;
Yet in each conscious breast

A feeling shy, and trembling yet,
Arranged them thus at rest.

Their meflow voices rang around,
The while they chatter’d free ;

They knew the sense of every sound,
Though quite unknown to me,

 

Perhaps they raised a morning hymn,
Or praised the budding groves ;

But doubtless, too, that rocking limb
Was witness to their loves.

For soon, in wish and hope agreed,

To live as man and mate, ,
I saw them o’er the fields proceed,

To found their little state.

They ceased, ere long, their rambling flight,
And chose a tasteful home ;

‘Twas in a maple’s modest height,
Whose branches arch’d the dome.

The tree adorn’d a gentle slope,
With rural buildings crown’d ;

Fair fields, which raised the owner's hope,
Display’d their wealth around,