GOOD-NIGHT OF THE BIRDS.
It was a Sabbath evening
In spring's most glorious time,
When tree, and shrub, and early flower
Were in their fragrant prime;
And where the cloudless sun declined,
A glow of light serene,
A blessing on the world he left,
Came floating o'er the scene.
Then from the verdant hedgerow
A gentle descant stole,
And with its tide of melody
Dissolved the listening soul,
The tenants of that leafy lodge,
Each in its downy nest,
Pour'd forth a fond and sweet "good-night"
Before they sank to rest.
That tender parting carol!
How wild it was, and deep,
And then, with soft, harmonious close,
It melted into sleep;
Methought, in yonder land of praise,
Which faith delights to view,
True-hearted, peaceful worshippers,
There might be room for you.