1.I once knew a man who was rich in his love for birds,and in their love for him. He lived in the midst of a grove full of all kinds of trees. He had no wife or children in his home.
2.He was an old man with gray beard,blue and kind eyes,and a voice that the birds loved; and this was the way he made them his friends.
3.While he was at work with a rake on his nice walks in the grove,the birds came close to him to pick up the worms in the fresh earth he dug up. At.rst,they kept a rod or two from him,but they soon found he was a kind man,and would not hurt them,but liked to have them near him.
4.They knew this by his kind eyes and voice,which tell what is in the heart. So,day by day their faith in his love grew in them.
5.They came close to the rake. They would hop on top of it to be.rst at the worm. They would turn up their eyes into his when he spoke to them,as if they said,"He is a kind man; he loves us; we need not fear him."
6.All the birds of the grove were soon his fast friends. They were on the watch for him,and would.y down from the green tree tops to greet him with their chirp.
7.When he had no work on the walks to do with his rake or his hoe,he took crusts of bread with him,and dropped the crumbs on the ground. Down they would dart on his head and feet to catch them as they fell from his hand.
8 He showed me how they loved him. He put a crust of bread in his mouth,with one end of it out of his lips. Down they came like bees at a ower,and ewo with it crumb by crumb.
9.When they thought he slept too long in the morning,they would"y in and sit on the bedpost,and call him up with their chirp.
10.They went with him to church,and while he said his prayers and sang his hymns in it,they sat in the trees,and sang their praises to the same good God who cares for them as he does for us.
11.Thus the love and trust of birds were a joy to him all his life long; and such love and trust no boy or girl can fail to win with the same kind heart,voice,and eye that he had.
（Elihu Burritt）
