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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold

Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold

This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father
Lambs for whom time had not a fold