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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had eight birds hatched in one nest,<br>Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.<br>I nursed them up with pain and care,<br>Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,<br>Till at the last they felt their wing,<br>Mounted the trees, and learned to sing;<br>Chief of the brood then took his flight<br>To regions far and left me quite.<br>My mournful chirps I after send,<br>Till he return, or I do end:<br>Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,<br>Fly back and sing amidst this choir.<br>My second bird did take her flight,<br>And with her mate flew out of sight;<br>Southward they both their course did bend,<br>And seasons twain they there did spend,<br>Till after blown by southern gales,<br>They norward steered with filled sails.<br>A prettier bird was no where seen,<br>Along the beach among the treen.<br>I have a third of colour white,<br>On whom I placed no small delight;<br>Coupled with mate loving and true,<br>Hath also bid her dam adieu;<br>And where Aurora first appears,<br>She now hath perched to spend her years.<br>One to the academy flew<br>To chat among that learned crew;<br>Ambition moves still in his breast<br>That he might chant above the rest<br>Striving for more than to do well,<br>That nightingales he might excel.<br>My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,<br>Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown,<br>And as his wings increase in strength,<br>On higher boughs he'll perch at length.<br>My other three still with me nest,<br>Until they're grown, then as the rest,<br>Or here or there they'll take their flight, As is ordained, so shall they light.<br>If birds could weep, then would my tears<br>Let others know what are my fears<br>Lest this my brood some harm should catch,<br>And be surprised for want of watch,<br>Whilst pecking corn and void of care,<br>They fall un'wares in fowler's snare,<br>Or whilst on trees they sit and sing,<br>Some untoward boy at them do fling,<br>Or whilst allured with bell and glass,<br>The net be spread, and caught, alas.<br>Or lest by lime-twigs they be foiled,<br>Or by some greedy hawks be spoiled.<br>O would my young, ye saw my breast,<br>And knew what thoughts there sadly rest,<br>Great was my pain when I you fed,<br>Long did I keep you soft and warm,<br>And with my wings kept off all harm,<br>My cares are more and fears than ever,<br>My throbs such now as 'fore were never.<br>Alas, my birds, you wisdom want,<br>Of perils you are ignorant;<br>Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight,<br>Sore accidents on you may light.<br>O to your safety have an eye,<br>So happy may you live and die.<br>Meanwhile my days in tunes I'll spend,<br>Till my weak lays with me shall end.<br>In shady woods I'll sit and sing,<br>And things that past to mind I'll bring.<br>Once young and pleasant, as are you,<br>But former toys (no joys) adieu.<br>My age I will not once lament,<br>But sing, my time so near is spent.<br>And from the top bough take my flight<br>Into a country beyond sight,<br>Where old ones instantly grow young,<br>And there with seraphims set song;<br>No seasons cold, nor storms they see;<br>But spring lasts to eternity.<br>When each of you shall in your nest<br>Among your young ones take your rest,<br>In chirping language, oft them tell,<br>You had a dam that loved you well,<br>That did what could be done for young,<br>And nursed you up till you were strong,<br>And 'fore she once would let you fly,<br>She showed you joy and misery;<br>Taught what was good, and what was ill,<br>What would save life, and what would kill.<br>Thus gone, amongst you I may live,<br>And dead, yet speak, and counsel give:<br>Farewell, my birds, farewell adieu,<br>I happy am, if well with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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