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UE NID BE FAUVJETTE , 89
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XVII.—LE NID DE FAUVETTE.
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1-« Je le tiens, ce nid de fauvette;
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. « Little Clara Stands Beside The Old-F...
Many waters quench not love , Through , our sin we own its power ,
And outside the bolted gates Very patiently there waits A pale stranger , hour by hour .
And their words shrink back to silence , Ere tliey question , " Who is this ? "
Kecollection might have faltered , For her face is worn and altered , But her voice tells who it is .
And they say , " He stays till evening , " And they whisper" X < et her come ;"
And with , hand stretched , out to guide lier , Half in fear , they walk beside her
Through "what was her home . She will only look at Clara ,
And then go away ; Stand but for a moment near her , Only see her , only hear her ,
At her noontide play . For the little child must never
Know of that sad stain : Once they looked on one another , —
_JStevev more the child and mother Met on earth again .
_AniEiiii _Thoss .
Ue Nid Be Fauvjette , 89
UE NID BE FAUVJETTE _, 89
Xvii.—Le Nid De Fauvette.
XVII . —LE NID DE FAUVETTE .
1-« Je Le Tiens, Ce Nid De Fauvette;
1-« Je le tiens , ce nid de fauvette ;
Us sont deux , trois , quatre petits . Depuis si long temps je vous guette ; Pauvres oiseaux , vous voilti pris .
Criez , sifflez , _j _> etits rebelles : Debattez-vous : Oh ! c ' est en vain .
Vous n ' avez pas encore vos ailes ; Comment vous sauvez de ma main ?
Mais quoi ! N ' entends-je point leur mere Qui pousse des cris douloureux ?
Oui , je le vois , oui , c'est leur pcre Qui vient voltiger autour d ' eux .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1861, page 89, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101861/page/17/
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