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First Line: Once in our customed walk a wounded bird
Last Line: "nay, nay, dear mary! Thou hast much to learn."
Subject(s): Brothers; Half-brothers

Once in our customed walk a wounded bird,
With feeble effort fluttering awhile,
Fell at my feet; unknowing of its hurt,
"Poor thing, 'tis sick," I said, and laid it on
My bosom; it could not rest for pain;
So tenderly I gave it to thy care. -- "Look --
Ah it bleeds! we cannot save nor ease it, --
See its torn wing -- its shattered panting breast --
It writhes its little limbs with grievous pain;
And now its dim eyes close -- quite close -- it dies!
Poor pretty bird! -- Could he who did this deed,
Have seen thy lingering life in torture thus
Expire, I know he would forbear to kill." --
"Nay, nay, dear Mary! thou hast much to learn."

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