The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



EVERY common day that we live is clasped and jewelled with             love;
The stars of night are beneath it, the morning stars above.
The peace of God broods on it, as on her nest the bird,
And over its weariest moments the music of hope is heard.

So, when my life-work is finished, and I go to God for my wage,


I wonder if He can give me a heavenlier heritage
Than to feel that each day that I live is clasped and jewelled with             love,
With the stars of night beneath it and the morning stars above. [Page 37]