Why do you shiver—

in cold and in rain?

And why do you quiver,

small strength, under pain?

Why do you wander,

bare-souled, through the lies?

And why do you saunter

where dark arrows fly?

Why do you shudder

at voices behind?

And why do you mutter

alone in your mind?

Give heed to the head—He

speaks what is true:

the place is made ready,

dear children, for you—

where even the sparrow

finds shelter and sings,

where nothing can harrow—

under His wings.