Evening Hymn.
By H. P. Nichols
Now the sun hath gone to rest,
Stars are coming faint and dim,
And the bird within his nest
Sweetly sings his evening hymn.
Have I tried mamma to mind?
Was I gentle in my play?
Have I been a true and kind,
Pleasant little girl to-day?
Then will God take care of me
Kindly, through the long dark night;
Bright and happy, I shall see
Once again the morning light.