Sedge-Bird's Nest

Fixed in a white-thorn bush, its summer guest,
So low, e'en grass o'er-topped its tallest twig',
A sedge-bird built its little benty nest,
Close by the meadow pool and wooden brig,
Where schoolboys every morn and eve did pass,
In seeking nests, and finding, deeply skilled,
Searching each bush and taller clump of grass,
Where'er was likelihood of bird to build:
Yet did she hide her habitation long,
And keep her little brood from danger's eye,
Hidden as secret as a cricket's song,
Till they, well-fledged, o'er widest pools could fly
Proving that Providence is ever nigh,
To guard the simplest of her charge from wrong.