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GERTRUDES PATIENL.
BY the road you lay with a broken wing ;
We carried you home with us, poor wee thing!
Father was doctor, and set the bone,
And said I might have you to call my own.
I did not think you would care to go,
You seemed so tame, and I loved you so.
But I watched you, Dick, at the pane to-day,
And I fe/¢t you wanted to fly away.
I will not keep you
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you need not fear;
Still, do not forget me, Dickey dear.
Feed once from my hand in the way you know;
Then, Dickey my pet, I will let you go.
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