Little Sparrow

Touch not the little sparrow who doth build His home so near us. He doth follow us, From spot to spot, amidst the turbulent town, And ne'er deserts us. To all other birds The woods suffice, the rivers, the sweet fields, And Nature in her aspect mute and fair; But he doth herd with men. Blithe servant! live, Feed, and grow cheerful! on my window's ledge I'll leave thee every morning some fit food In payment for thy service.