Page 635 - Child's own book

The free; fair homes of England I
Long, long, in hut and hall
May hearts of native proof he reared,
To guard each hallowed wall!
And green for ever be the groves,
And bright tbe flowery sod,
WheTe first the child’s glad spirit loves
Its country and ita God!

TO A ROBIN RED-BREAST.
LANdHQRNS.
L it t le bird, with bosom red,
Welcome to my humble shed !
Courtly dames of high degree
Have no room for thee and me :
Pride and pleasure’s fickle throng
Nothing mind an idle song.
Daily near my table steal,
While I pick my scanty meal
Doubt not, little though there be,
But I’ll cast a crumb to thee;
Well rewarded if I epy
Pleasure in thy glancing eye—
See thee, when thou’st eat thy fill,
Plume thy breast and wipe thy bili.
Come, my feathered friend, again,
Well thou know'st the broken pane;
Ask of me tby daily store,
Go not near Avaro's door;
OaCErwithin his iron hall
Woeful end shall thee befaL
Savage !—he would soon divest
Of its rosy plumes tby breast;
Then, with solitary joy,
Eat thee, bones and all, my boy.