“That little bird sings very long;
Say, do you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song?”
“Yes, Edward, yes,” replied the maid,
“I see the bird on yonder tree”;
The poor boy sighed, and gently said,
“Sister, I wish that I could see.
“The flowers, you say, are very fair,
And bright green leaves are on the trees,
And pretty birds are singing there—