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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.
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
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;
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
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,—