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THE TITMOUSE. 133 
Only this is quite true,—let them meet as they 
may, 
Having quarrelled long since, they would quarrel 
to-day. 
But we'll leave them to settle this ancient affair, 
And now look at his nest, made with exqui- 
site care, 
Of lichen, and moss, and the soft downy feather, 
And the web of the spider to keep it together. 
Is a brick out of place by your window ?—don’t 
send 
For the man with the trowel the fracture to 
mend, 
Through the dry months of summer, just leave 
it alone, 
For the poor little Titmouse has made it his 
own. 
Peep in now, and look at that wonderful la- 
bour ; 
And be glad to have near you so merry a 
neighbour ; 
