112 CIIICKWEED. 



and their liability to be affected by atmo- 

 spheric changes. 



There grows not, there blooms not, on mountain, 



rock, or wall, 

 A choicer flower than this, which men the chick- 

 weed call. 

 A weed for chicken truly, for " little birdies," too, 

 Who trust their Maker's bounty, the dreary winter 



through. 

 Look on that chickweed, mourner, and list the 



grateful strain 

 Of her who sings to praise Him, 'mid driving wind 



and rain. 

 That warbling creature hath not, nor fields, nor 



hoarded corn ; 

 And yet she sweetly singeth, the leafless boughs 



among. 

 Her clear voice is telling from out the lonely tree. 

 That He who feeds the lone one doth surely care 



for thee. 



