Will you sing it for her, mother?
I'm afraid I shall break down if I try alone." "We will all sing, music is good for us now," said Mamma; and in rather broken voices they did sing Ed's favorite words:-- "Not a sparrow falleth but its God doth know, Just as when his mandate lays a monarch low; Not a leaflet moveth, but its God doth see, Think not, then, O mortal, God forgetteth thee.
Far more precious surely than the birds that fly Is a Father's image to a Father's eye.
E'en thy hairs are numbered; trust Him full and free, Cast thy cares before Him, He will comfort thee; For the God that planted in thy breast a soul, On his sacred tables doth thy name enroll.
Cheer thine heart, then, mortal, never faithless be, He that marks the sparrows will remember thee.".