THE DIFFERENCE.
MEN send their ships, the eager things!
To try their luck at sea,
But none can tell by note or count
How many there may be.
One turneth east, another south
They never come again;
And then we know they must have sunk,
But neither how nor when.
God sends his happy birds abroad
"They're less than ships," say we;
No moment passes but he knows
How many there should be.
One buildeth high, another low,
With just a bird's light care
If only one, perchance, doth fall,
God knoweth when and where.