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    A DOMESTIC STORM.   Table of Contents     IN THE VALLEY.

Thompson, Priscilla Jane
Gleanings of Quiet Hours

- GLEANINGS OF QUIET HOURS.
- A LITTLE WREN.


A LITTLE WREN.


A WREN dropped down on my window sill,
And his little feet was hid in the snow;
Yet he tossed me a saucy glance, as to say,
I'm happy out here where the ice wind blow
And life seems bright and cheerful as May;
And you inside, in your soft armchair,
Seems half in content and half in despair.
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And coyly he frisked about in the snow,
And the white flakes flew from his dainty
feet;

And airily lifting his little right wing,
With latest wren etiquette me did he greet;
Then dashed he away, with a merry swing:
And I thought as he scurried away from my sight,
Contentment is his who reads it aright.

He was without and I was within;
Yet he had the sunshine, I had the shade;
With life as it was, he e'er could rejoice,
While I must be pampered, and comforts
be made

Ere I my jubilant joys could voice;
And I thought as I mused on the failings of men,
Which does God deems wisest, the sage or the
Wren?

    A DOMESTIC STORM.   Table of Contents     IN THE VALLEY.