Too frail to soar -- a feeble thing -- <br />It fell to earth with fluttering wing; <br />But God, who watches over all, <br />Beheld that little sparrow's fall. <br /> <br />'Twas not a bird with plumage gay, <br />Filling the air with its morning lay; <br />'Twas not an eagle bold and strong, <br />Borne on the tempest's wing along. <br /> <br />Only a brown and weesome thing, <br />With drooping head and listless wing; <br />It could not drift beyond His sight <br />Who marshals the splendid stars of night. <br /> <br />Its dying chirp fell on His ears, <br />Who tunes the music of the spheres, <br />Who hears the hungry lion's call, <br />And spreads a table for us all. <br /> <br />Its mission of song at last is done, <br />No more will it greet the rising sun; <br />That tiny bird has found a rest <br />More calm than its mother's downy breast <br /> <br />Oh, restless heart, learn thou to trust <br />In God, so tender, strong and just; <br />In whose love and mercy everywhere <br />His humblest children have a share. <br /> <br />If in love He numbers ev'ry hair, <br />Whether the strands be dark or fair, <br />Shall we not learn to calmly rest, <br />Like children, on our Father's breast?<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sparrow-s-fall/
