Twilight Stories

LITTLE BROWN THRUSHES.

 Little brown thrushes at sunrise in summer
      After the May-flowers have faded away,
  Warble to show unto every new-comer
      How to hush stars, yet to waken the Day:
  Singing first, lullabies, then, jubilates,
  Watching the blue sky where every bird's heart is;
  Then, as lamenting the day's fading light,
  Down through the twilight, when wearied with flight,
  Singing divinely, they breathe out, "good-night!"

 Little brown thrushes with birds yellow-breasted
      Bright as the sunshine that June roses bring,
  Climb up and carol o'er hills silver-crested
      Just as the bluebirds do in the spring,
  Seeing the bees and the butterflies ranging,
  Pointed-winged swallows their sharp shadows changing;
  But while some sunset is flooding the sky,
  Up through the glory the brown thrushes fly,
  Singing divinely, "good-night and good-by!"
    BY Mrs. WHITON-STONE.

 This tall Giraffe,
    Measures ten feet and a half,
      And I wonder if his neck
        Of rubber is made.
          Out of the sun
            He thinks he has run
               But only his feet
                 Are in the shade.