"Never hasting, never resting," Glad in peace and calm in strife; Quietly thyself preparing To perform thy part in life. Earnest, hopeful, and unswerving; Stumbleth he who runneth fast, "Never hasting, never resting," Legend fine and quaint and olden ; In our thinking, in our acting, Should be writ in letters golden. BIRDS' TEACHINGS. WINGS, EMBLEMS OF TRUTH. "This pretty bird, oh, how she flies and sings! BUNYAN. The Sisters' Wish. "Mary and I," said a little girl, "would each of us like to be a bird; for Mary would like to fly, and I would like to make a nest and sing." 66 M ARY would like to be a bird Because she then could fly "And I too wish I were a bird,— But in some quiet woodland nook, To make my nest and sing." Sweet sisters, different as your wish One with her calm Madonna brow And one who seems, with glowing cheek As lacking but a cherub's wing And doth not to each voice belong A music all its own? This, joyous as the skylark's note,— Of hope and joy, of love and peace, Yet earthly hope, how bright so e'er, And love will droop in leafless bower And peace to thee, thou merry lark, And joy to thee, thou gentle dove, In bowery nest to sing! Thou of the bright and eager glance So may'st thou trace the upward path "When flesh and heart shall fail." Thou fair one, with the thoughtful brow Build thou thy nest,-but not on earth, Yea, where beside the living stream The birds of heaven may make their nests And thus to each the wish of both A soaring-not a roving wing, K H Song of the Redbreast. OW wearily and drearily the long, long night hath past, But merrily and cheerily the morning smiles at last; And though the frost be keen, and though the night be long, I know that spring will come again, and sing my morning song. "No more 'mid clustering leaves or sweet flowers opening bright, But underneath the eaves we spend the wintry night. Instead of branches green waving above our head, "When leaves began to fade and o'er the crisp ground fell, We left the wooded glade and haunts within the dell ; And as dark winter spread around his gray and chilling hue, To sheltering roof and shed in haste we closer drew. "I'm waiting till the spring with sun and falling showers The bursting leaves shall bring and all the opening flowers; And though the frost be keen, and though the night be long, I know that spring will come again, and sing my morning song." |