Recompense

Tn spring, two robins from the wnnuer lando Builded a nest pon an unpftfe limb Of the tnll trt'i' tliüt by my mfidow wtnndn, And eveiy mom thy pi;ii-ol iiyvl with ahyrhn; Ahd. whon ii eertïUn boasod paased away, FtTelfght-greéneggavritbin tho building lay. Above the rush nml platter of tho.street, Devotodly was rnaided eaeh green trust And i hi round doom w.h n abode most sweet, Köqfed with uwatting wins. Betti-r to rust "With h"on pnticnoo tlimi foieo u bope, And pent hfe in the sholla wus lult 10 gropo. But one drend diiy, bcfore the sun went down, A clotirt mosr, i til.ick and montrous ]uti.l, That rabbrd th; btinset of tUgoldon rown. A wimly Khudder shu'ik ilir fngbtoned land-. The portal of the storm were oponed wide, And penling thunder rolleU on every sido. Then wn it ome unclinihed, inalicious fjuüt Troubled the spray whereon the oost wao mado, And to the RTOuna tle soft floorprl dwollittf? thrust. 1 u ïfoked itf lmplesB atoit'. The birds dismayeu, ïhrilled thir unnsoal griöfj and beat the air With ing-s wltoso vory wliir -wfts liko despair. At dnwn, my nrfshbors, living o'r-r Iho wny, Sent nu' the whlsper tlwit thoir bebo was dead ; And, when tlioy lwï me where the body lay- Che frea winged spiiiCs shl] untimeh shed - ml the wilo críen oí their distren I lioard, I thougfat Witil pity of each parent bird. Tet grief ït bot a filoud tlmt soon is pawt ; For thero the nmted robins piime oncu more, ■nd built again a nest, compact and fast L'pon the t ï 'iiy door ; And in it, tiom Eho vimlow, could be seen Five sources ot BVeet music, new and clean. Time paased, and to tlie rood homo opposilo Inothcr b.ibo wns boin, and all the love fluit WU bflltft tlmt iierce and stormy nicht, b'ell tt) the latter child as l'nim abovo ; Anl In the neal five yellow mootha ono day, )ï their impiitiont hunger made display. We love onr doad, and hold their momoiiea dear ; -int living love is nreetet tlian regret. od'B waya are ju.st, and, though tliey seem Hevere, Ie eau give baok with bleaainga greater yet Thiin ve have lost. He chwstens for some good, L'hat in our weaknes is not undeiiítood.