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“Perhaps some cat, in prowling round,
Will see and seize them at a bound ;
The cruel pussy I might scare
With my shrill note, if I were there.

“Ah me! no more at early morn
Shall I rest my foot on the stooping thorn,
And pour the song from my soft breast,
While my dear young ones are at rest.

“No more shall I, with eager bill, °
Snatch up the worm from off the hill,
And no more hear the trembling cry
That welcomes me when I draw nigh.

“But my sad notes have touched your heart,
Your open hand bids me depart ;
Blessings on thee, my mistress dear,

My darlings have no more to fear.”

   
    
    
    
     

THE LIE.

And has my darling told a lie?

Did she forget that God was by—
That God who saw the thing she did,
From whom no action can be hid?
Did she forget that God could see

And hear, wherever she might be?
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