Dear little bird with bright black eye,
If you but knew my eyes were kind,
How swift the pretty form would fly
Our shining porch-berries to find.
Dear little bird with fluttering heart,
If you but felt my heart was true,
That fairy figure soon would dart,
To sheltering hand held out for you.
Dear little bird with glancing wing,
Did you but know I long to fly,
Perhaps you'd sit quite near and sing
To me in my captivity.
Dear human heart be not afraid,
Thy need of food, thy dream of flight,
He knows, by whom the worlds were made,
To speed thee on is His delight.