The Nest

I built my Nest by a pleasant stream,
That glided along with a smile in its gleam,
Bringing me gold that was sumless;
Ah me! but the floods came drowning one day,
Swept my Nest with its wealth away,
And I in the world was homeless!

I built my Nest in a gay green tree,
And the summer of life went meriily
With us — we were Birds of a feather!
But the leaves soon fell, and my pretty ones flew,
And through my Nest the bitter winds blew;
'Twas bare in the wildest weather.

I built my Nest under Heaven's high eaves;
No rising of floods, no falling of leaves.
Can mock my heart's endeavour.
Waters may wash, breezes may blow,
In the bosom of Rest I shall smile, I shall know
My Nest is safe for ever.