The Freed Bird - An 1869 Poem
By Alice Cary.
- When the dew and daises
- Made the meadows gay,
- Little Johnny Morrison
- Caught a wild bird one day;
- And, with both her pretty wings
- In his hands fast bound,
- Brought her to his mother,
- Saying, "See what I have found!"
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- His heart was all a-flutter,
- And his cheek was all a-glow.
- Then said Johnny's mother,
- Speaking very soft and low :
- "What if some great giant
- Should catch you by the hair,
- And draw you to his dismal den,
- Would you call that fair?"
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- "Poor, poor bird!" sighed Johnny,
- As he hung his head so low;
- And then he smoothed the ruffled wings,
- And then he let her go.
- And when the dews and daisies
- Were faded from the ground
- Raking up the meadow hay,
- What d'you think he found?
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- Not a bag of silver,
- And not a bar of gold,
- But just a little nest, as full
- Of birds as it could hold.
- And the pretty, patient mother,
- That was chirping sweet and low
- About them, was no other
- Than the bird that he let go!
March 26, 1869. McConnelsville Conservative 3(28): 2.