Poems (Prescott)/Singing

by Mary Newmarch Prescott

SINGING

Rock in the wind, little nest;
When you are full life is best;
Soon enough wings will be grown,
Flutter, and leave you alone.

Rock in the wind, little nest;
Say, what are storms to the blest?
Though you should tremble and fall
God cares for sparrows and all.

Rock, little nest; like a song
All the sweet days fleet along;
Winter will presently come,
Making you vacant and dumb!