“One summer morning early.
When the view was bright to see,
Our dark-eyed little Charlie
Stood by his mother’s knee.
And he heard a robin singing
In a tree, so tall and high,
On the topmost bough ‘twas swinging
Away up in the sky.”
Mamma, the robin’s praying,
In the very tree top there:
‘Glory! glory!’ it is saying,
And that is all its prayer.
But God will surely hear him,
And the angels standing by,
For God is very near him,
Away up in the sky.”
“My child God is no nearer
To robin on the tree,
And does not hear him clearer
Than He does you and me.
For He hears the angels harping,
In sun-bright glory dressed;
And the little bir1lings chirping
Dawn in their leafy nest.”
“Mamma, if you should hide me
Away down in the dark,
And leave no lamp beside me.
Would God then have to hark?
And if I whisper lowly.
All covered in my bed,
Do you think that Jesus holy
Would know what ‘twas I said?”
“My darling little lisper.
God’s light is never dim;
The very lowest whisper
Is always close to Him.”
ML 07/16/1922