Sparrow, Song 



Just that same song of thine, 

 Sung over line by line, 



Won her grandmother's heart. 



SELECTED. 



The Song Sparrow 



He does not wear a Joseph's coat 

 Of many colours, smart and gay; 

 His suit is Quaker brown and gray, 



With darker patches at his throat. 

 And yet of all the well-dressed throng 

 Not one can sing so brave a song. 



It makes the pride of looks appear 



A vain and foolish thing to hear 



His "Sweet-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer." 



I like the tune, I like the words; 



They seem so true, so free from art, 



So friendly, and so full of heart, 

 That if but one of all the birds 



Could be my comrade everywhere, 



My little brother of the air, 

 This is the one I'd choose, my dear, 

 Because he'd bless me, every year, 

 With "Sweet-sweet-sweet-very merry cheer." 



HENRY VAN DYKE. 

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