The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 14, No. 388, September 5, 1829. Various

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      My gratitude is doubly due,

      For all the hedges2 in my view,

      Afford a verdant cover;

      I now can build my nest once more,

      From childhood's prying glance secure,

      And from the hawk's keen eye, tho' o'er

      The sacred bush he hover.

      Oh! had I Philomela's tongue,

      The thrush's note, or warbling song

      Of blackbird, lark, or linnet;

      I'd then more gratitude display,

      Striving to raise a sweeter lay,

      I'd sing the fleeting hours away,

      Nor silent be a minute.

      But I must quit the trembling spray,

      And to my duty fly away,

      To pick a straw or feather;

      My mate is somewhere on the wing,

      I think she's gone some moss to bring,

      For we must work while it is spring,

      And build our nest together.

      So now adieu—I've chirp'd too long,

      Must leave the finish of my song

      To some more learned bird's son;

      Whose mellow notes can charm the ear

      With no discordant chatter near;

      So now, dear Sir, I'm your sincere

      And humble Sparrow.