And tell us all thy pain and wrong
When thou again canst speak in song.
Fear not, nor tremble, little bird,—
We'll use thee kindly now,
And sure there's in a friendly word
An accent even thou shouldst know;
For kindness which the heart doth teach,
Disdaineth all peculiar speech.
'Tis common to the bird, and brute,
To fallen man, to angel bright,