The flight Of The Birds

0 WISE little birds, how do you know

The way to go,

Southward and northward, to and fro?

Far up in the ether piped sky:

"We but obey

One who calleth us far away.

"He calleth and calleth year by year,

Now there, now here,

Ever he maketh the way appear."

Dear little birds, He calleth me

Who calleth ye;

Would that I might as trusting be.

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