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Canadian Wild Flowers by Helen M. (Helen Mar) Johnson
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I went to hear and see.

At first whene'er I came they flew,
Or eyed me in alarm;
But soon my step familiar grew,
I never did them harm.

One day a louder song I heard,
With eager cries for food;
And then I helped the mother-bird
To still her hungry brood.

I always seemed a welcome guest;
Both old and young I fed,
Then settling down beneath the nest,
Some pleasant book I read.

I watched them fondly day by day,
Until their wings were grown;
When suddenly they flew away,
And left me all alone.

The bitter tears began to start,
And full of sad regret
I wondered in my simple heart,
If birds could thus forget!

Ah! many summers have returned,
And many changes wrought,
Since I the mournful lesson learned,
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