John Kenyon - Childhood - II lyrics

TO--- Yet brood deep feelings in the youngling breast, Though undeveloped, natural as speech; And my own tropic isle this truth impressed, That Nature teaches more than man may teach. 'Twas on an orange-tree, just within reach Of childish hands, a bird had built her nest, A mother-bird; and ne'er more impious breach Than mine upon that blissful home of rest, On sleeping town did night-sped warrior make; And memory yet recals the mournful song Which the reft parent, for her nestlings' sake, Poured, round her ruined dwelling hovering long; While every touch, that did her grief impart, Dropt, like a precept, on my conscious heart.