THE SPARROW.
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THOU humblest bird that wings the air, the Master cares for thee; And if he cares for one so small, will he not care for me? His eye looks on thee from above, he notices thy fall; And if he cares for such as thee, does he not care for all? He feeds thee in the sweet spring-time, when skies are bright and blue; He feeds thee in the autumn-time, and in the winter too. He leads thee through the pathless air, he guides thee in thy flight; He sees thee in the brightest day, and in the darkest night. Oh, if his loving care attends a bird so mean and small, Will he not listen to my voice when unto him I call?
