Of low, sweet words, when angels near
Are whisp’ring sweet of Heaven,
Where contrite hearts shall find their chains
Of sin and darkness riven.
ANECDOTES OF OSTRICHES.
“Givest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks, or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?
Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in the dust?
And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wilde beast may break them.
She is hardened against her young ones as though they were not hers; her labour is in vain, without fear.