The Poetry Corner

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.