English poem
LINES ON A LITTLE BIRD
by John Carr (1793–1845)
Go, little flutt’rer! seek thy feather’d loves, And leave a wretched mourner to his woe; Seek out the bow’rs of bliss, seek happier groves, Nor here unheeded let thy music flow.
Yet think me not ungrateful for thy song, If meant to cheer me in my lone retreat; Ah! not to thee, my little friend! belong The pow’rs to soothe the pangs of adverse fate.
Fly, then! the window of the wretched, fly! And be thy harmless life for ever blest; I only can reward thee with a sigh, And wish that joys may crown thy peaceful nest.
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