| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Selected Sonnets.
II. The Sparrow | | By Richard Wilton (1827–1903) |
| | | A SPARROW lighted chirping on a spray | |
| Close to my window, as I knelt in prayer, | |
| Bowed by a heavy load of anxious care. | |
| The morn was bitter, but the bird was gay, | |
| And seemed by cheery look and chirp to say,— | 5 |
| What though the snow conceals my wonted fare, | |
| Nor have I barn or storehouse anywhere, | |
| Yet I trust Heaven e’en on a winter’s day. | |
| That little bird came like a wingèd text, | |
| Fluttering from out God’s Word to soothe my breast: | 10 |
| What though my life with wintry cares be vext, | |
| On a kind Father’s watchful love I rest; | |
| He meets this moment’s need, I leave the next, | |
| And, always trusting, shall be always blest! | | | | |
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