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PARAPHRASE OF MATTHEW VI. 



BEHOLD the fowls of the air; for they sow not, neither do 

 they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father 

 feedeth them. — Matthew vi. 26. 



See the light tenants of the barren air: 



To them nor stores, nor granaries belong, 



Naght but the woodland and the pleasing song; 



Yet your kind heavenly Father bends His eye 



On the least wing that flits along the sky; 



To Him they sing, when spring renews the plain, 



To Him they cry in winter's pinching reign; 



Nor is their music nor their plaint in vain. 



He hears the gay and the distressful call, 



And with unsparing bounty fills them all. 



— Thomson. 



HAST thou named all the birds without a gun? 

 Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk? 

 O! be my friend, and teach me to be thine. 



— R. W. Emerson. 



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