Poems (Prescott)/Singing
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!