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THE MESSAGE OF THE BIRDS.

E are merry little birdies,

  

Just as happy as can be,
y Bathing in the shady brooklet,
~ Hiding in the leafy tree.

Cheery are our tuneful notes,
Cosy are our robes of feathers,

Snug and warm our winter coats.

There is One above, in Heaven,
Who regards our feeblest cry ;
Even to the little birdies

Is His mercy ever nigh.

And for children too He careth—
Girls and boys His love may share
Evermore He watches o’er them,

And He waits to hear their prayer.