A Little Bird I Am

A Hule bircl I am, tjbut from the lields oí :iir, And in my cage 1 si tand sing To nim wlio placed mu theie; Well pleated a piisoner tu be, Beeuuse, niy Uud, it pleaseüi Tbee. Naught have I else to do ; i smg ihe whole üay lung: And He WUom most 1 love to picase ltotb listen to my aoiig He ciuigbt aud turued my woodcriug wlug liut still he bent to bear me smg. Tbou bast ati ear to bear, A beart to bear aud bless; Aud tbougb my notes were e'er so rude, Tbou wouldst not bear lije less, Beeause Thou knoweslas Ibey lall ibat love, sweet iove, Inspires them all ; My cage confines me round ; Abroad 1 caunot fly ; But tbough my wíuk ís closely bound, My heart's at liberty ; My prison wa.l caunot control The flight, tbe íreedom of the soul. Ob, it is good to soar These holts aud uttrs above! To Him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love; And in tby mignty will to flnd Thejoy, the freedom, oí the mintl, (Wrltteu duriuga ten yeara' imprisonment iu bastlle.)