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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Tale. June 1793</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Scotland's realm, where trees are few<br>Nor even shrubs abound;<br>But where, however bleak the view<br>Some better things are found;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For husband there and wife may boast<br>Their union undefiled,<br>And false ones are as rare almost<br>As hedge-rows in the wild;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Scotland's realm forlorn and bare<br>The history chanced of late,--<br>This history of a wedded pair,<br>A chaffinch and his mate,.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spring drew near, each felt a breast<br>With genial instinct filled;<br>They paired, and would have built a nest,<br>But found not where to build.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heaths uncovered and the moors<br>Except with snow and sleet,<br>Sea-beaten rocks and naked shores<br>Could yield them no retreat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long time a breeding-place they sought,<br>Till both grew vexed and tired;<br>At length a ship arriving brought<br>The good so long desired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ship? -- could such a restless thing <br>Afford them place of rest?<br>Or was the merchant charged to bring<br>The homeless birds a nest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! -- silent hearers profit most,--<br>This racer of the sea<br>Proved kinder to them than the coast,<br>It served them with a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal,<br>The tree they call a mast,<br>And had a hollow with a wheel<br>Through which the tackle passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within that cavity aloft <br>Their roofless home they fixed,<br>Formed with materials neat and soft,<br>Bents, wool, and feathers mixed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor,<br>With russet specks bedight;<br>The vessel weighs, forsakes the shore,<br>And lessens to the sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother-bird is gone to sea,<br>As she had changed her kind;<br>But goes the male? Far wiser he<br>Is doubtless left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No;-- soon as from ashore he saw<br>The winged mansion move,<br>He flew to reach it, by a law<br>Of never-failing love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then perching at his consort's side,<br>Was briskly borne along,<br>The billows and the blast defied,<br>And cheered her with a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The seaman with sincere delight<br>His feathered shipmates eyes,<br>Scarce less exulting in the sight <br>Than when he tows a prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For seamen much believe in signs, <br>And from a chance so new<br>Each some approaching good divines,<br>And may his hope be true!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail, honoured land! a desert where <br>Not even birds can hide,<br>Yet parent of this loving pair<br>Whom nothing could divide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye who, rather than resign<br>Your matrimonial plan,<br>Were not afraid to plough the brine<br>In company with man;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For whose lean country much disdain<br>We English often show,<br>Yet from a richer nothing gain<br>But wantonness and woe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be it your fortune, year by year,<br>The same resource to prove,<br>And may ye, sometimes landing here,<br>Instruct us how to love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;

For husband there and wife may boast
Their union undefiled,
And false ones are as rare almost
As hedge-rows in the wi..."></div>
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