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Who fancied what a pretty sight
Was it the humour of a Child ?
I ask'd— 'twas whisper'd, The device
THE SPARROW'S NEST.
Look, five blue eggs are gleaming there !
She look'd at it as if she fear’d it;
And love, and thought, and joy. 10.
Yet are they here?the same unbroken knot
Men, Women, Children, yea the frame
Of the whole Spectacle the same !
That on their Gipsy-faces falls,
Their bed of straw and blanket-walls. -Twelve hours, twelve bounteons hours, are gone while I Have been a Traveller under open sky,
Much witnessing of change and chear,