But earthen were the sparrows, And earth they did remain, Though loud the Jewish children Cried out, and cried again.

is it that the song-sparrow is a wild artist, absorbed in the composition of his lay, and oblivious of ordinary proprieties, while the smooth bluebird and his ash-colored mate cultivate their delicate warble only as a domestic accomplishment, and are always nicely dressed before sitting down to the piano?

THE SONG SPARROW There is a bird I know so well, It seems as if he must have sung Beside my crib when I was young; Before I knew the way to spell The name of even the smallest bird, His gentle, joyful song I heard.

But the Song Sparrow is a Citizen almost everywhere, and is known about every bushy garden from the east coast to the west, and from the cotton plantation to the land of snow.

The Song-Sparrow is the earliest visitant and the latest resident of the vocal tenants of the field.

Nancy Sparrow was his faithful nurse, while Tom was hands and feet to his mother.