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                                                                        The Bird's Nest                                                                                                 53
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A Bird's Nest Mark it well, within, without No tool had he that wrought no kife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finish'd. What nice hand With every implement & means of art, And twenty years apprentice-ship to boots Could make me such another? _______________________________________________________________ I have found out a gift for my Fair, I have found where the wood pigeons bread: But let me of that plunder forbear! She will say 'tis a barbarous deed! For he ne'er can be true, she averr'd, Who can rob a poor bird of its young: And I lov'd her the more, when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue