Breezes strong,

Breezes strong,

Sweeping swift along,

Do your trumpets blow for him,
In the forests dark and dim?

Breezes strong,

Breezes strong,

Sweeping swift along.

Pretty star,

Pretty star,

Beaming at us from afar,

Smiling down,

Smiling down,

On the busy town,

Have you lit your lamp so bright

Just in honor of the night?

Pretty star,

Pretty star,

Beaming from afar.

- A. E. C.- Popular Educator.

IN

THE SNOW-BIRD.

N the morning light trills the gay swallow,
The thrush in the roses below,

The meadow-lark sings in the meadow,
And the snow-bird sings in the snow.
"Twee wee!

Chickadee!"

The snow-bird sings in the snow.

The blue martin trills in the gable,
The wren on the ground below,
In the elm flutes the golden robin,
But the snow-bird sings in the snow.
"Twee wee !

Chickadee!"

The snow-bird sings in the snow.

High wheels the gray wing of the osprey,
The wing of the sparrow drops low,
In the mist dips the wing of the robin,
And the snow-bird's wing in the snow.
"Twee wee !

Chickadee !"

The snow-bird sings in the snow.

I love the high heart of the osprey,
The meek heart of the thrush below,
The heart of the lark in the meadow,
And the snow-bird's heart in the snow;
But dearest to me

"Chickadee! Chickadee!"

Is that true little heart in the snow.

- Selected.

THE

THE SNOW-BIRD'S SONG.

“HE ground was all covered with snow one day, And two little sisters were busy at play,

When a snow-bird came flitting close by on a tree, And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee,

Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee,

And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee.

T

He had not been singing that tune very long,
Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song;
"Oh, sister, look out of the window," said she,
"Here's a dear little bird singing chick-a-dee-dee.
Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee,

And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee.

"Oh, mother, do get him some stockings and shoes, And a nice little frock, and a hat if you choose;

I wish he'd come into the parlor, and see

How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-dee-dee." Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee,

And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee.

"There is One, my dear child, though I cannot tell who,
Has clothed me already, and warm enough too.
Good morning! Oh, who are so happy as we?"
And away he went singing his chick-a-dee-dee.
Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee-dee,

And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee.

-F. C. Woodward.

L'

WAITING TO GROW.

ITTLE white snowdrop just waking up,
Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup,

Think of the flowers that are under the snow,
Waiting to grow!

And think what a number of queer little seeds,
Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and of weeds,
Are under the leaves and under the snow,
Waiting to grow!

Think of the roots getting ready to sprout,
Reaching their slender brown fingers about,
Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,
Waiting to grow!

No seed is so small, or hidden so well,

That God cannot find it; and soon he will tell
His sun where to shine, and his rain where to go,
Making it grow!

- Selected.

COME HERE, LITTLE ROBIN.

OME here, little Robin, and don't be afraid,

Co

I would not hurt even a feather;

Come here, little Robin, and pick up some bread,
To feed you this very cold weather.

I don't mean to hurt you, you poor little thing!
And Pussy cat is not behind me;

So hop about pretty, and put down your wing,
And pick up the crumbs, and don't mind me.

Cold winter is come, but it will not last long,
And summer we soon shall be greeting;
Then remember, sweet Robin, to sing me a song,
In return for the breakfast you're eating.

- Easy Poetry.

WHAT THE SNOW-BIRDS SAID.

"CHE

HEEP, cheep," said some little snow-birds,
As the snow came whirling down;
"We haven't a nest,

Or a place of rest,

Save this oak-tree bending down."

Cheep, cheep," said little Wee-Wing,
The smallest bird of all;

"I have never a care,

In the winter air

God cares for great and small."

"Peep, peep," said her father, Gray-Breast, You're a thoughtless bird, my dear.

We all must eat,

And warm our feet,

When snow and ice are here."

"Cheep, cheep," said little Wee-Wing, "You are wise and good, I know;

But think of the fun

For each little one,

When we have ice and snow.

"Now I can see, from my perch on the tree, The merriest, merriest sight

Boys skating along

On the ice so strong

Cheep, cheep, how merry and bright!"