MY "birdie" love, your little flowers
Have touched your "Danpy's" heart;
And made the tears, like April drops,
From its deep fountains, start.
He laid the fair and fragrant things,
Between his Prayer Book leaves:
To look at in his loneliness;
And cheer him, when he grieves.
So may his "birdie Lizzie" lie
Safe, in the Church's arms;
Still guarded, by Her watchful love,
And kept from sins and harms:
Till, at the gracious Saviour's call,
She spreads her golden wings:
And, in the Paradise of God,
Forever flies and sings
* A curl of his hair.