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
The Chimney Nest
By Mary Barker Carter DodgeA
Is all that we now in the chimney trace
Of something that days and days together
With twittering bird-notes filled the place.
Where are you waking the spaces blue?
How many little ones follow, follow,
Whose wings to strength in the chimney grew?
The sooty place that you nested in;
Over you one blue glimmer only,—
Say, were there many to make the din?
Up in the chimney is loosely hung
A queer-shaped nest, where a patient mother
Brooded a brood of tender young;
Brimming with life for hours and hours,
We miss with the hum a thousand graces,
Valued the more since no more ours.
And close our hearts to some wee things near,
Till He who granted them kindly, kindly
Gathers them back, that we see and hear,
Naught is so small of his works and ways,
But, holding it tenderly when ’twas nearer,
Has added a joy to our vanished days?
Fashioned with care by the Master’s hand,
I’ll hold you close for your message, whether
Or not the whole I may understand.