"Said the Prior: 'God will help us In this hour of bitter loss.' Then, one spied a Robin Redbreast Sitting on a wayside cross.Doubtless came the bird in answer To the words the Prior did speak, For a heavy wheat-ear dangled From the Robin's polished beak.Then the brothers, as he dropped it, Picked it up and careful sowed, And abundantly in autumn Reaped the harvest where they strewed.* * * * * Therefore, Christian, small beginnings Pass not by with lip of scorn; God may prosper them, as prospered Robin Redbreast's ear of corn."