Year-Birds

What are year-birds? Sparrows are.

All year long they flit and sing
No matter what the weathers bring.
They’re like strong men who travel on
Through ice and heat, night and dawn.

They don’t despair if it’s not fair,
Or there’s dark shadows everywhere,
But give more fair than can be got
From days just right, nor cold nor hot.

Tweet-tweet in storm, in sun-blast, too;
Like one who works through failures new.
A cheery cheep, though skies are gray,
Like lonely boy in quiet play:

Imagination thrills his mind,
Or under rocks—what bugs to find!
Ears for hearing, eyes to see,
The wonders all around that be!

The sparrow’s life, it may be brief,
But he’s too bright to sit in grief;
He’s always moving, never still,
The year-bird sparrow—man’s glad will!

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