When Master Robin brings his food To Mrs. Jenny Wren, A cheerful flutter ripples through The pleasant, mossy glen; The wee, small birdlings open wide Their tiny mouths for more, As careful Jenny feeds them well From out her ample store. Oh, children, when you go and play Within the mossy glen, Look carefully for Robin Red, And Mrs. Jenny Wren; And as they sit and chirp to you Of all their tender joy, Resolve to never harm a bird Nor any nest destroy. EVENING. When the day has gone to sleep, And the shades of night appear, All along the evening sky Twinkling stars are shining clear; Then the restless, weary birds Cuddle in their downy nest, Undisturbed by doubt or fear, For our Father gives them rest. As the golden stars appear In the sky of crystal blue, And the flowerets seek repose, Bathed in heaven’s pearly dew; When the breezes cease to blow, In their wandering, willful way, When the waters quiet grow, And the leaflets cease to play; All are folded down to rest, Nature gives each one repose Till the morning-star appears, And the gates of day unclose; And with flowers, birds, and bees Little children fall asleep, Safely in the arms of love, That eternal vigils keep. When the evening stars appear, Little forms in robes of white, Kneeling by their mother’s knee, Pray to Him who rules the night; And their gentle prayers ascend On the wings of faith and love, To the angels who attend Little children up above. From the heavens where angels dwell, From the earth and air and sky, From the parent heart below, From the Father’s love on high, Comes a blessing pure and sweet, All aglow with holy care, For the children who repeat, Lispingly, their evening prayer. THE AWAKENING OF THE FLOWERS.