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First Line: Little sisters, the birds; / we must praise god, you and I
Last Line: On my shortcoming.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Variant Title(s): Saint Francis To The Birds
Subject(s): Francis Assisi, Saint (1181-1226); Saints


Little sisters, the birds:

We must praise God, you and I­

You, with songs that fill the sky,

I, with halting words.

All things tell His praise,

Woods and waters thereof sing,

Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring,

And the night and days.

Yea, and cold and heat,

And the sun and stars and moon,

Sea with her monotonous tune,

Rain and hail and sleet,

And the winds of heaven,

And the solemn hills of blue,

And the brown earth and the dew,

And the thunder even,

And the flowers' sweet breath.

All things make one glorious voice;

Life with fleeting pains and joys,

And our brother, Death.

Little flowers of air,

With your feathers soft and sleek,

And your bright brown eyes and meek,

He hath made you fair.

He hath taught to you

Skill to weave in tree and thatch

Nests where happy mothers hatch

Speckled eggs of blue.

And hath children given:

When the soft heads overbrim

The brown nests, then thank ye Him

In the clouds of heaven.

Also in your lives

Live His laws Who loveth you.

Husbands, be ye kind and true;

Be home-keeping, wives:

Love not gossiping;

Stay at home and keep the nest;

Fly not here and there in quest

Of the newest thing.

Live as brethren live:

Love be in each heart and mouth;

Be not envious, be not wroth,

Be not slow to give.

When ye build the nest,

Quarrel not o'er straw or wool;

He who hath be bountiful

To the neediest.

Be not puffed nor vain

Of your beauty or your worth,

Of your children or your birth,

Or the praise ye gain.

Eat not greedily:

Sometimes for sweet mercy's sake,

Worm or insect spare to take;

Let it crawl or fly.

See ye sing not near

To our church on holy day,

Lest the human-folk should stray

From their prayers to hear.

Now depart in peace:

In God's name I bless each one;

May your days be long i' the sun

And your joys increase.

And remember me,

Your poor brother Francis, who

Loves you and gives thanks to you

For this courtesy.

Sometimes when ye sing,

Name my name, that He may take

Pity for the dear song's sake

On my shortcoming.







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