WONDERINGS.
Where do the birds hide at night?
When their soaring and singing are done.
Where do they wait for the morning light—
For the first golden gleam of the sun?
When their soaring and singing are done.
Where do they wait for the morning light—
For the first golden gleam of the sun?
Where do the birds hide at night?
When stairs looking down from the skies,
Like sentinels watch o'er the sleeping earth;
Then, where do birds close their bright eyes?
When stairs looking down from the skies,
Like sentinels watch o'er the sleeping earth;
Then, where do birds close their bright eyes?
Where do the birds hide at night?
Or, when rages the pitiless storm,
Doth any one care for the fowls of the air,
And shelter them safe from all harm?
Or, when rages the pitiless storm,
Doth any one care for the fowls of the air,
And shelter them safe from all harm?
Where do the birds hide at night?
Who taught them to fold their fleet wings?
Who purifies the ray of the dawning day?
Whence cometh the peace that from penitence springs?
Who taught them to fold their fleet wings?
Who purifies the ray of the dawning day?
Whence cometh the peace that from penitence springs?
