Some, too fragile for winter winds

SOME, too fragile for winter winds,The thoughtful grave encloses,—Tenderly tucking them in from frostBefore their feet are cold.

Never the treasures in her nestThe cautious grave exposes,Building where schoolboy dare not lookAnd sportsman is not bold.

This covert have all the childrenEarly aged, and often cold,—Sparrows unnoticed by the Father;Lambs for whom time had not a fold.