Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOST JEWEL, by JULIA WARD HOWE



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First Line: Cast on the turbid current of the street
Last Line: Has pearls enough to recompense the right, %only not thee
Subject(s): Pearls


My heart is like a little bird
That sits and sings for very gladness;
Sometimes it chirps a feeble note,
Sometimes it warbles wild with madness.


It used to sing for one alone
Its sweetest song, again, again,
But now it has a sweeter still
And sings within my breast,--in vain.


Oh, little bird, sing not so loud,
And close your pretty wings to rest,
For never, never can you reach
The cruel hand that wrung your nest.


I would not for a queen's bright crown
This little bird should die of sorrow;
And so I keep it safe from harm,
Within my breast, till some to-morrow


Some wandering wind may waft it off
Far from the reach of care or pain,
To that blest land where birds are safe,
And never may be caught again.






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