ST. FRANCIS TO THE BIRDS
Little sisters the birds; We must praise God, you and I—» You with songs that fill the sky, I with halting words. Little flowers of air, W T ith your feathers soft and sleek, And your bright brown eyes and meek, He hath made you fair. He hath taught to you Skill to weave in tree and thatch Nests where happy mothers hatch Speckled eggs of blue. And hath children given; When the soft heads overbrim The brown nests, then thank ye Him In the clouds of Heaven. Be not puffed nor vain Of your beauty, or your worth, Of your children or your birth Or the praise you gain. Now depart in peace In God's name I bless each one; May your day's be long i' the sun And your joys increase. —Katharine Tynan Hinkson.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXII, Issue 22142, 22 June 1935, Page 4 (Supplement)
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