Powerless and lowly,

We lean on thy arm—

Watcher of Israel,

Keep us from harm!

WELCOME.

There comes a little bird

In at the door;

Do see! Upon my word,

It's on the floor.

Little bird, come and stay;

Here you are welcome,

Or you may fly away

To your own home.

I will give you bread,

Much as you say;

After you have fed,

You may skip away.

There, on the cherry-tree,

Build your downy nest,

Or in any other

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