19
Brothers and sisters are a gift
Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
Whene'er they meet my eyes.
Be tender, good and kind.
And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
When we are call'd to part.
The Imprisoned Bird.
There you hang in your cage,
Up in the green tree,
Looking as sad
As a bird can be;
Gazing all day
At your friends that fly,
Singing so gaily,
From earth to sky.
