For every Bird a nest –
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round –

 

Wherefore when boughs are free,
Households in every tree,
Pilgrim be found?

 

Perhaps a home too high –
Ah aristocracy!
The little Wren desires –

 

Perhaps of twig so fine –
Of twine e′en superfine,
Her pride aspires –

 

The Lark is not ashamed
To build opon the ground
Her modest house –

 

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Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

′′They have not chosen me′′ – he said –

′′But I have chosen them′′ !

Brave – Broken hearted statement –

Uttered in Bethleem!

 

I could not have told it,

But since Jesus dared,

Sovreign, know a Daisy

Thy dishonor shared!