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IF ALL THE WINGS

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 2, 1901

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 78, No. 14.

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IF ALL THE WINGS

By Grace Appleton

If all the wings And feathered things Upon each woman's bonnet, Some windy day Should fly away, And leave but ribbons on it, More “sonsie” she by far would be— Like maid of old-time sonnet!
Soon birds once more ’Round every door Would sing their morning matins, In glad reprieve Come every eve In all their glist'ning satins, Safe from annoy To trill their joy, While each wee fledgling fattens.
Each sunny day, In plumage gay, A-toss on branches slender, Their lilted lays And psalms of praise To God thanksgiving render For lives so sweet, And wings so fleet, And lullabies so tender!
Though man neglect, May God protect! To harm them—O, what madness! And what a dearth Of joy and mirth— Old Earth a-sob with sadness— Without sweet notes From feathered throats To thrill the world to gladness!
—Grace Appleton, in New York Home Journal.