What Sami Sings with the Birds | Page 5

it; below
the fresh brook murmured, and up in the ash-trees the birds piped and
sang merrily together and one kept singing very distinctly:
"Sing too! Sing too!"
Sami listened. Suddenly he lifted up his voice and sang as loud and
lustily as the birds above, the whole song that his grandmother had
taught him:
Last night Summer breezes blew:-- All the flowers awake anew, Open
wide their eyes to see, Nodding, bowing in their glee.
All the merry birds we hear Greet the sunshine bright and clear; See
them flitting thru the sky, Singing low and singing high!
Flowers in Summer warmth delight:-- What of Winter and its blight?
Snowy fields and forests cold? Flowers are by their faith consoled.
Songsters, all so blithe and gay, Know ye what your carols say? How
will your sweet carols fare When your nests the snow-storms tear?

All the birdlings everywhere Now their loveliest songs prepare; All the
birdlings gayly sing:-- "Trust the Lord in everything!"
Then Sami listened very attentively, as if he wanted to hear whether the
birds really sang so.
"Listen, listen, grandmother!" he said after a while. "Up there in the
tree is one that doesn't sing like the others. At first he keeps singing
'Trust! Trust! Trust! Trust!' and then the rest comes after."
"Yes, yes, that is the finch, Sami," she replied. "See, he wants to
impress it upon you, so that you will think about what will always keep
you safe and happy. Just listen, now, he is calling again: Trust! trust!
trust! trust! trust! Only trust the dear Lord."
Sami listened again. It was really wonderful, how the finch always
sounded above the other birds with his emphatic "Trust! trust! trust!"
"You must never forget what the finch calls," continued the
grandmother. "See, Sami, perhaps I cannot stay with you much longer,
and then you will have no one else, and will have to make your way
alone. Then the little bird's song can oftentimes be a comfort to you. So
don't forget it, and promise me too that you will say your little prayer
every day, so that you will be God-fearing; then no matter what
happens, it will be well with you."
Sami promised that he would never forget to pray. Then he became
thoughtful and asked somewhat timidly:
"Must I always be afraid, grandmother?"
"No, no! Did you think so because I said God-fearing? It doesn't mean
that: I will explain it to you as well as I can. You see to be God-fearing
is when one has the dear Lord before his eyes in everything he does,
and fears and hesitates to do what is not pleasing to Him, everything
that is wicked and wrong. Whoever lives so before Him has no reason
to fear what may happen to him, for such a man has the dear Lord's
help everywhere, and if he has to meet hardship oftentimes, he knows
that the dear Lord allows it so, in order that some good may come out

of it for him, and then he can sing as happily as the little birds: 'Only
trust the dear Lord!' Will you remember that well, Sami?"
"Yes, that I will," said Sami, decidedly, for this pleased him much
better, than if he had to be always afraid.
Now the setting sun cast its last long rays across the meadows, and
disappeared. The grandmother left the wall, took Sami by the hand and
then the two wandered in the rosy twilight along the meadow path, then
up the green vine-clad hill to the little village of Chailly up on the
mountain.
CHAPTER THIRD
ANOTHER LIFE
One morning, a few days later, Mary Ann was so tired she couldn't get
up. Sami sat beside her waiting for her to be fully awake in order to go
into the kitchen and make the coffee. His grandmother opened her eyes
once and fell asleep again. She had never done anything like this before.
Now she was really awake. She tried to raise herself up a little, then
took Sami by the hand and said in a low voice:
"Sami, listen to me, I must tell you something. See, when I am no
longer with you, you have no one else here, and are an entire stranger.
But there over the mountains you have relatives, and you must return to
them. Malon will tell you how to get there. You must go to
Zweisimmen. There ask for the sergeant, your cousin, who lives in the
house with the big pear-trees near it. Tell him your grandmother was
the sergeant's Mary Ann and your father was Sami. Work hard and
willingly, you will have to earn your living. There in the chest is some
money in the little bag; take it, it is