TODAY we see in our picture two nice looking birds perched on the branches among the sweet flowers. The larger bird has his mouth open, and is perhaps singing his beautiful song; for the nightingale, or “singer of the night,” is noted far and wide for the surpassing loveliness of his voice. And when he returns to England, and other parts of Europe, after his winter’s stay in the south, his sweet tones may be heard for weeks, at all hours of the day and night.
His plumage is not so bright and beautiful as that of some birds, but his song is surpassingly sweet.
I wonder how many of my dear young readers are like the nightingale— not clothed with that which will make an outward show but making sweet melody in their heart to the Lord; it may be not in audible tones, but in the heart, in a way that is very precious to Him who loves them. He gives “songs in the night” to His. dear ones. May our hearts be found going out to Him in sweet melody, night and day; like the lovely notes of the nightingale which so delights its hearers!
“Whoso offereth praise glorifieth Me.” Ps. 51:23.
ML 04/20/1902