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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