November 23, 1958

I know a little bird which hums,

Its melody so sweet;

Throughout the day the little bird, 

And flowers often meet.

O, what a lesson we may learn,

yea, from this humming bird;

We, too, should seek the nectar rare,

And hide God's holy word;

Deep down within the inner life,

To help us shun the wrong;

To help us quit ourselves like men,

That we might be real strong.

And to the ant we may resort,

And there a lesson find;

Concerning preperation, dear,

Throughout the summer time.

And to the lilies let us go,

Behold their beauty rare;

And there a lesson we shall learn,

About our Father's care.

And best of all, we, too, may sit,

As Mary did of old;

Close by the Master's feet while here,

Learn truths to bless the soul.

~J. J. Davis~