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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Kingfisher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A newspaper paragraph gives an account of the instance of maternal affection in a bird, which has been made the subject of the following lines,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kingfisher sat on her hidden nest,<br>Shielding her young with a downy breast;<br>She had built her home where the wave went by,<br>Soothing her ear with its melody;<br>And the wild white blossoms bent to dip<br>In the rushing waves, their thirsty lip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasant it was while the skies were fair,<br>And perfume flung on the sunny air,<br>While the wind in a low sweet whisper died,<br>Ere it could ruffle the flowing tide;<br>And the arching skies o'er the waters threw<br>The deep clear tint of their own pure blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what that is bright on earth may last?<br>Soon were the days of her sunshine past;<br>On came the storm-winds muttering loud,<br>Sweeping before them the thunder-cloud;<br>And faster, as flash'd the lightning's flame,<br>Dashing to earth the sky-torrents came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet with her cold wet wing unstirr'd,<br>On her shaken nest sat the mother bird;<br>Still ‘midst danger and death she clung,<br>With faithful love, to her lifeless young,<br>Till high around her hath risen the tide,<br>And with her pinion stretch'd o'er them, she died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! if affection like this hath part<br>In the warm depths of a wood-bird's heart—<br>That even to die, is a better fate<br>Than to leave her dear ones desolate;—<br>What is the love of a mother's breast,<br>With the seal of a deathless nature press'd?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet there are men who will rudely tear<br>The dearest chords that are cherish'd there;<br>Wrench from its mother's frantic hold,<br>Her weeping babes, to be pawn'd for gold;<br>And scourge her amidst that living death,<br>If she dares but give her woe to breath!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know ye the land where such deeds are done,<br>In the broad light of the blessed sun?<br>Where the spoiler bursts, with savage hand,<br>The holy links of the household band;<br>And the ties of natural love are cast,<br>With a daring hand, to the idle blast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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