Poetry for children | ||
Thoughts at Sun-set.
The sun hath gone to rest,
The bee forsakes the flower,
The bird doth hasten to its nest
Within the leafy bower.
The bee forsakes the flower,
The bird doth hasten to its nest
Within the leafy bower.
Where have I been this day?
Into what follies run?
Forgive me, Father, when I pray
Through Jesus Christ thy Son.
Into what follies run?
Forgive me, Father, when I pray
Through Jesus Christ thy Son.
When all my days are o'er,
And in the tomb I rest,
Oh, may my happy spirit soar
Up to a Saviour's breast.
And in the tomb I rest,
Oh, may my happy spirit soar
Up to a Saviour's breast.
Poetry for children | ||