Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
My Bird
By Emily Chubbuck Judson (Fanny Forrester) (18171854)E
A birdling sought my Indian nest,
And folded, oh, so lovingly,
Her tiny wings upon my breast.
In winsome helplessness she lies,
Two rose-leaves, with a silken fringe,
Shut softly on her starry eyes.
Broad earth owns not a happier nest;
Oh, God, thou hast a fountain stirred,
Whose waters never more shall rest!
This seeming visitant from Heaven,
This bird with the immortal wing,
To me—to me, Thy hand has given.
The blood its crimson hue, from mine;—
This life, which I have dared invoke,
Henceforth is parallel with Thine.
I tremble with delicious fear;
The future, with its light and gloom,
Time and Eternity, are here.
Hear, oh, my God! one earnest prayer:
Room for my bird in Paradise,
And give her angel plumage there!