74 BRITISH BIRDS. 



" Some, amidst India's groves of palm, 



And spicy forests breathing balm, 



Weave soft their pendant nest ; 



Some deep in western vrilds, display 



Their fairy form and plumage gay, 



In rainbow colours drest. 



Others no varied song may pour, 

 May boast no eagle plume to soar, 



No tints of light may wear ; 

 Yet, know, our heavenly Father guides 

 The least of these, and well provides. 



For each, with tenderest care. 



Shall he not then thy guardian be? 

 Will not his aid extend to thee? 

 Oh ! safely may'st thou rest ; 

 Trust in his love, and e'en should pain, 

 Should sorrow tempt thee to complain, 

 Know what he wills is best." 



An interesting fact in reference to the sparrow was 

 related a short time ago in the Naturalists' Magazine : 

 it has since been given as follows, in verse : 



" I dote on every little bird 

 That twitters in the sun— 

 I love them all, from having heard 

 The simple tale of one ! 



In cage that 'neath the eaves was hung 



When morn put forth her smiles, 

 A little yellow warbler sung 



A song of distant isles I 



One mom, when loud his melody. 

 There came on idle wing 

 , A sparrow, and, from sympathy, 

 Thus seem'd to say or sing :— 



