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Our Native Sparrows
The sparrows still are lingering here,
Though winter-time has come;
Within the swamp, or piny wood,
They find a sheltering home.
Though winter-time has come;
Within the swamp, or piny wood,
They find a sheltering home.
They flit along the turnpike's side,
As in the early Spring;
Though they no songs of pleasant cheer
May to the passer bring.
As in the early Spring;
Though they no songs of pleasant cheer
May to the passer bring.
Nor are they left, when Autumn's past,
To perish in their need;
They still find every want supplied
With berries, grain and seed.
To perish in their need;
They still find every want supplied
With berries, grain and seed.
They need no care of man to feed,
Nor for them to provide
A shelter, in the wintry storm,
Where they may safe abide.
Nor for them to provide
A shelter, in the wintry storm,
Where they may safe abide.
Our heavenly Father cares for them,
Who cares alike for all;
He made their shelter from the cold,
And hears their feeble call.
Who cares alike for all;
He made their shelter from the cold,
And hears their feeble call.
Poem No. 570; date unknown
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