The Nest
Here they are! Four precious eggs,
Safe hidden in the nest away.
Four round eggs now, but we shall find,
Instead, four tiny birds someday.
My boy must wait, and patient be,
Before the birdlings he may see.
This little nest, leaf-hidden here,
Is like another nest, I know,
Where thoughts are lying, fair and pure,
Which day by day mature and grow.
God only knows what hopes of mine
Around that nest of thoughts entwine.