We saw the yellow wall-flower wave And then we watch'd the busy rooks And leaning from the old stone bridge, And through the gloomy arches watch'd We heard the speckle-breasted lark Was fill'd with clouds of dazzling light. We saw young rabbits near the wood, And heard a pheasant's wings go “whirr ; And then we saw a squirrel leap From an old oak-tree to a fir. We came back by the village fields, A pleasant walk it was across 'em, For all behind the houses lay The orchards red and white with blossom. Were I to tell you all we saw, I'm sure that it would take me hours; For the whole landscape was alive With bees, and birds, and buds, and flowers. E FLOWERS. THE flowers are blooming everywhere, And oh, how beautiful they are, The little birds, they spring along, I love to hear their pleasant song, The young lambs bleat and frisk about; 'Tis good to be alive! GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD. DEAR mother, guess what I have heard! Look at this little piece of green That peeps out from the snow As if it wanted to be seen, 'Twill soon be spring, I know. And O, come here, come here and look! How fast it runs along!— Here is a cunning little brook; I know 'tis glad the winter 's gone For now it merrily runs on, I feel just like the brook, I know; 46 Good-bye, cold weather, ice, and snow ; I love to think of what you said, Of this great world that God has made, And now it is the happy spring I would not be the only thing CHARLEY AND HIS FATHER. THE birds are flown away, The trees with solemn sighs. Their naked branches swing; The winter winds arise, And mournfully they sing. Upon his father's knee Was Charley's happy place, And very thoughtfully He look'd up in his face; And these his simple words : "Father, how cold it blows! What 'comes of all the birds Amidst the storms and snows?" "They fly far, far away From storms, and snows, and rain; But, Charley dear, next May They'll all come back again." Father, that they must go? "And when no flower is seen 66 My son, there is a Power That none of us can see, Takes care of every flower, Gives life to every tree. "He through the pathless air And we, too, are his care,— |