Poem December 19, 1908 Issue

Two sorrie thynges there be—...

Willis Boyd Allen

Two sorrie thynges there be—
Ay, three—
A neste from which the fledglings have been taken,
A lambe forsaken,
A redde leaf from the wilde rose rudely shaken.

Of gladde thynges there be more—
Ay, four—
A larke above the olde neste blythely singing,
A wilde rose clinging
In safety to a rock, a shepherde bringing
A lambe, found, in his armes, and Chrystemasse bells a-ringing.

Willis Boyd Allen.

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