A THOUGHTLESS MAN.
There came to my window,
One morning in spring,
A sweet little robin,
She came there to sing ;
And the tune that she sung
Was prettier far
Than ever I heard
On the flute or guitar.

She raised her light wings
To soar far away,
Then resting a moment,

Seemed sweetly to say,
“Q happy, how happy
This world seems to be
Awake, little girl,
And be happy with me.”

But just as she finished
Her beautiful song,

A thoughtless young man
With a gun came along.

He killed and he carried
My sweet bird away,

And she no more will sing
At the dawn of the day.

o* Child’s Book of Poetry.