THE BIRD's NEST

The other day, as CLARA fair, Resolv'd to taste the rural air, To view what blooming smiles adorn, The vernal splendours of the morn; Chance onward led that pleasing way, My CLARA seem'd inclin'd to stray. Transported thus, the fair to find Intent for walk, I quickly join'd.

In meditation as we went, CLARA observ'd two birds intent, To build with parents care their nest, Which to secure,—they seem'd distrest, The crested mate, with bill full fraught, Seem'd to display a husband's thought; And brought materials, nature lent, To fabricate their tenement.

We stopp'd to view the anxious pair, Contrive their house, with wonderous care. See, CLARA, see! I then exprest, What various things compose the nest; What different parts, connected join, To make the whole both firm and fine.

So should the soul of every maid, With different beauties be array'd; Virtue should guard the tender fair, From man's deceptive, flattering snare; Prudence direct her wavering youth, To teach her feet the path of truth; And modesty, in outward mien, Should speak the harmless soul within.

Honor protect her virgin heart, From every low, insidious art; And soft good nature ever roll, Its tender impulse in her soul: And when these excellencies join'd, Display a CLARA's lovely mind, The composition soon would prove, A nest of harmony and love.