ANGEL WHISPERS.
Birdie's nest is full of snow,
But she left it long ago;
How did little birdie know?
But she left it long ago;
How did little birdie know?
Did the watching angels say—
Here it is not safe to stay,
Gentle birdie, fly away?
Here it is not safe to stay,
Gentle birdie, fly away?
Did they tell her storms will come,
Laying waste the pleasant home;
Making birdie's nest a tomb?
Laying waste the pleasant home;
Making birdie's nest a tomb?
Whispered they of clime more fair,
Soft blue sky and balmy air?
Birdie sings now sweetly there.
Soft blue sky and balmy air?
Birdie sings now sweetly there.
Angel one, that art to be,
What do voices say to thee,
When thou bowest head and knee?
What do voices say to thee,
When thou bowest head and knee?
