THE OLD-WORLD SPARROW. 

 BY WM. CULLEN BRYANT. 



We hear the note of a stranger bird, 

 That ne'er till now in our land was heard : 

 A winged settler has taken his place 

 With Teutons, and men of the Celtic race : 

 He has followed their path to our hemisphere, 

 The Old- World sparrow at last is here. 



He meets not here, as beyond the main. 

 The fowler's snare and the poisoned grain ; 

 But snug-built homes on the friendly tree, 

 And grubs for his chirping family 

 Are strewn when the winter fields are drear ; 

 For the Old-World sparrow is welcome here. 

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