THE WREN 



Over the waves aud far away 



The birds are winging their way. 



Seeking a country new 



Afar o'er the waters blue. 



'T is winter ; they dare not stay ; 



They 're over the waves and away- 



But one little bird is bold 

 To dare the rain and the cold, 

 The hail and the falling snow 

 And winds that bluster and blow. 

 The big birds have fled from the cold, 

 But one little bird is bold. 



Little wren with the golden cre',t 

 A brave heart belts in \our breast 

 On boughs where the ho.irfrosts clin^ 

 ^ ou sit in the woods aud sing 

 M i\ glidness dwell in jour nest, 

 Little wren with the golden crest' 



