Stranica 46 [46]
OCR
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 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. r i Pe a F ha I. dj eo 4 F606 2 . 7 . : : T sz-i a a 8 ee sé ea eal b of , d - f i a = A ‘ a F LU 44
