The Sparrow's Nest

Behold, within the leafy shade,Those bright blue eggs together laid!On me the chance-discovered sightGleamed like a vision of delight.—I started—seeming to espyThe home and sheltered bed,—The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard byMy Father's House, in wet or dry,My Sister Emmeline and ITogether visited.She looked at it as if she feared it;Still wishing, dreading to be near it:Such heart was in her, being thenA little Prattler among men.The Blessing of my later yearsWas with me when a Boy:She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love, and thought, and joy.