Margaret Letitia Josephine Kermode

“ Each evening brings them to our window view,
And every morning as the dawn grows white
They fly their careful business to pursue,
And thus secure from frost, or rain, or fright,
The gentle wrens keep house the winter through. ”

“ But still the nestlings clung to that safe ledge.
Then from the clouds a radiant morning broke,
And suddenly the Glen was full of wings,
Tribe called to tribe, and quickly Nature spoke,
Launching the young amid the whirling rings,
Short flights, but daily lengthened, till we woke
To find them gone—our darling feathered things.
THE WRENS’ HOUSEKEEPING.
Low rolls November’s sun along the hill,
Dim grow the skies and early falls the dark,
No music now from blackbird, thrush, or lark ”