A Fable
When the Arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old ’tis express’d
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, call’d a nest.
This was talk’d of the whole country round;
You might hear it on every bough sung,
“Now no longer upon the rough ground
Will fond mothers brood over their young.”
“For the magpie with exquisite skill
Has invented a moss-cover’d cell
Within which a whole family will
In the utmost security dwell.”
by Author Unknown: as published in Hamilton Wright Mabie, Edward Everett Hale, and William Byron Forbush, editors: “Childhood’s Favorites and Fairy Stories: The Young Folks Treasury” (1927)
When the Arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old ’tis express’d
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, call’d a nest.
This was talk’d of the whole country round;
You might hear it on every bough sung,
“Now no longer upon the rough ground
Will fond mothers brood over their young.”
“For the magpie with exquisite skill
Has invented a moss-cover’d cell
Within which a whole family will
In the utmost security dwell.”
by Author Unknown: as published in Hamilton Wright Mabie, Edward Everett Hale, and William Byron Forbush, editors: “Childhood’s Favorites and Fairy Stories: The Young Folks Treasury” (1927)
