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Uhheedful of their plaintive notes

1 fang acrofs the mead ; In vain they tun'd their downy throats,

And flutter'd to be freed.

As paffing through the tufted grove,

Near which my cottage flood, I thought I faw the queen of love,

When Clora's charms I view'd. I gaz'd, I lov'd, I prefs'd her Hay

To hear my tender tale ; But all in vain, me fled away,

ISor could my fighs p.evail.

Soon through the wound which love had made

Came pity to my bread ; And thus 1 as compafiion bade,

The feather 'd pair addrefT'd ; Ye little warblers, chearful be,

Remember not ye flew ; For I, who thought myfelf fo free,

Am far more caught than you.

��THE BIRD, THAT HEARS HER NEST- LINGS CRY.

jnpHE bird, that hears her neftlings cry, JL And flies abroad for food, Returns impatient through the iky

To nurfe the callow brood : The tender mother knows no joy,

But bodes a thoufand harms, And ficke.ns for the darling boy,

When abfent from her arms.

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