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The Spring still decks your native tree , Its branches wave as light and free As when they rocked vour nest . What has the world to give , That here ye cannot live And still be blest ? The air is fresh with sun and showers , And insects sport , and early flowers Here lavish all their bloom .
What new desires awake , That ye must thus forsake Your early home ? And could ye leave the parent wing , And rashly on the breeze upspring , A gayer scene to find ; And leave your lowly nest , With all its peace and rest , So far behind ?
And what has been your various fate ? One may have found a home , a mate , And groves as sweet as this : And one perchance may mourn Days that shall ne ' er return ; Young days of bliss .
One to the hawk has fall ' n a prey ; One , captive , pours his thrilling lay When hope and joy are gone ; One seeks a foreign shore , And thence returns no more , But dies alone .
So human families must part ; And many a worn and aching heart Fines for its early home ; The cheerful hoard and hearth , The looks and tones of mirth , The hopes in bloorm
And one may smile while others weep ; But still one precious hope they keep Through all life ' s . changing years , — To pass through joy and pain , And mingle once again Their smiles and tears .
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1830, page 384, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2585/page/24/