large/7359/selections_gems_poetry_girls_boys_1807_librivox_64kb_mp3/gemsofpoetry_03_unknown_64kb_1
large/7359/selections_gems_poetry_girls_boys_1807_librivox_64kb_mp3/gemsofpoetry_03_unknown_64kb
English
7359
The little birds! how fond they play! Do not disturb their sport; But let them warble forth their songs, Till winter cuts them short. [Illustration] Don't kill the birds!  the happy birds That bless the field and grove: Such harmless things to look upon, They claim our warmest love. THE LITTLE BIRDS HOW FOND THEY PLAY DO NOT DISTURB THEIR SPORT BUT LET THEM WARBLE FORTH THEIR SONGS TILL WINTER CUTS THEM SHORT DON'T KILL THE BIRDS THE HAPPY BIRDS THAT BLESS THE FIELDS AND GROW SUCH HARMLESS THINGS TO LOOK UPON THEY CLAIM OUR WARMEST LOVE
tration] How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But, alas! recollection, at hand, Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There is mercy in every place; And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot. [Illustration] DON'T KILL THE BIRDS. [Illustration: D] Don't kill the birds!--the little birds, That sing about your door, soon as the joyous spring has come, And chilling storms are o'er. The little birds!--how sweet they sing! O! let them joyous live; And do not seek to take their life, Which you can never give. Don't kill the birds!--the pretty birds That play among the trees! 'T would make the earth a cheerless place, Should we dispense with these.  POEM NUMBER THREE OF JEMSAM OF POETRY FOR GIRLS AND BOYS BY UNKNOWN THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IT'S IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN POEM NUMBER THREE DON'T KILL THE BIRDS DON'T KILL THE BIRDS THE LITTLE BIRDS THAT SING ABOUT YOUR DOOR AS SOON AS THE JOYOUS SPRING HAS COME AND CHILLING STORMS ARE OVER THE LITTLE BIRDS HOW SWEET THEY SING OH LET THEM JOYS LIVE AND DO NOT SEEK TO TAKE THEIR LIFE WHICH YOU CAN NEVER GIVE DON'T KILL THE BIRDS THE PRETTY BIRDS THAT PLAY AMONG THE TREES TWOULD MAKE THE EARTH A CHEERLESS PLACE SHOULD WE DISPENSE WITH THESE
large/7359/selections_gems_poetry_girls_boys_1807_librivox_64kb_mp3/gemsofpoetry_03_unknown_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/7359/selections_gems_poetry_girls_boys_1807_librivox_64kb_mp3/gemsofpoetry_03_unknown_64kb.flac