POOR LITTLE CHILDREN

 ("La femelle! elle est morte.") 
 
 {Bk. I. xiii., Jersey, February, 1853.} 


 Mother birdie stiff and cold, 
 Puss has hushed the other's singing; 
 Winds go whistling o'er the wold,— 
 Empty nest in sport a-flinging. 
 Poor little birdies! 
 
 Faithless shepherd strayed afar, 
 Playful dog the gadflies catching; 
 Wolves bound boldly o'er the bar, 
 Not a friend the fold is watching— 
 Poor little lambkins! 
 
 Father into prison fell, 
 Mother begging through the parish; 
 Baby's cot they, too, will sell,— 
 Who will now feed, clothe and cherish? 
 Poor little children! 


 

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