I walked in the woodland meadows, Whcre swcet tlie thrushcs sing, And I found on the bed of mosses A bird with ;i brokea wioff, )I healed the wtfmid, and each laorníng Tt stnjjf its oíd swcef straio ; But the oird with a brokcn pinion Never soared as high agam. I found a youth's Ufe broken By sin's seductivi And touched with Christ-likc pity, I took hini to my hcart. He Uved with a noble purpose, And fcUutgluL out in vain; _, m - líattUe oul with abroktn pinion Kevci soars a higli again. But the bïrd with a brokcn pinion Kcpt another f rom the snare, And thc lifc that sin liad stricken Kniscd another from despair. Kach loss has its compensation, There are healings foreach paln ; I!ut a bird wilh a brokcn pinion Neyer soars as liiijli again.