THE BIRD'S NEST.

1 In yonder brake there is a nest; But come not, George, too nigh, Lest the poor mother, frightened thence, Should leave her young, and fly!

2 Think with what pain, for many a day, Soft moss and straw she brought; And let our own dear mother's care Be present to our thought.

3 And think how must her heart deplore, And droop with grief and pain, If those she reared, and nursed, and loved, She ne'er should see again.