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Vol. I. 



BOSTON, DECEMBER, 1885. 



No. 8. 



For the Young Ornitliologist. 



•'NOT A SPARROW FALLETH." 



Every hope had left me, sorrow too had 



fled, 

 As I opened my win<5ow, crumbs around 



to spread. 

 One cunnino; h'ttle sparrow, with black 



throat and brown eye, 



In his dear little bill, and flew away home; 

 Then I forgot all my sorrow that day, 

 In thinking, my Savior tho' he seemed 



far away, 

 Was ever near my wants to supply, 

 And guarding me with his dear loving 



eye, 



Sat watching my motions from a bough 



that was nigh, 

 And sung me a song that I knew must 



be sweet, 

 Though I missed many a note from the 



noise in the street ; 

 Then he flew to the window and took up 



a crumb 



And the promise still stands tho' long 



since it was given. 

 That not a sparrow falls but is noticed in 



Heaven, 

 And if he cares for the dear little bird, 

 Our prayers to him will always be heard. 



Marie L. 



