The rooks are building up their nests upon the great oak tree, And everything's as busy and as happy as can be. There's not a cloud upon the sky, there's nothing dark or sad; I jump, and scarce know what to do, I feel so very glad. God must be very good indeed, who made each pretty thing; I'm sure we ought to love him much for bringing back the spring. - M. A. Stoddart. A SPRING MEETING. (From Harper's Young People, by permission. Copyright, 1891, by Harper and Brothers.) ULLO, Bob Wren! HULLO Are you back again? Glad to see you so well and so merry; Melt in your mouth. Weren't you sorry to leave the sunny By-and-by here 'twill be bright and jolly For there's not a leaf on a single bough. And the wind, oh, how it makes you shiver, And long for the balmy air that blows Above some river That warm in Floridian sunlight flows! Have you any new songs to sing this season? And do you know where you are going to stop? We've taken rooms in the very top Of "The Maple" — prices quite within reason. You've a flat near by that you've leased till fall? How nice! Then surely you'll come and call. I A SONG OF SPRING. HEARD the bluebird singing "Cold winter now is over And spring has come," said he; "Tis time for flowers to rouse from sleep, And from their downy blankets peep; So wake, wake, little flowers, Wake, for winter is o'er, Wake, wake, wake, The spring has come once more." Said robin to the bluebird, "My nest I now must build, And shortly you shall see it With pretty blue eggs filled. Then let us join once more and sing; That all the flowers may know 'tis spring; Wake, wake, wake, The spring has come once more." The robin and the bluebird Soon after flew away, But as they left the tree-top, I think I heard them say, "If birds and flowers have work to do, The spring has come once more." Where the leaf babies sleep, Came the sunshine with a soft caress, And whispered, "Buds, dear little buds, And put on your new spring dress; So said the sunshine with its soft caress. From the cradles they peeped With a timid gaze; Just to answer this soft caress, They quickly courtesied a sweet "Good-day"; - Miss Jenk's Songs and Games for Little Ones. SUNBEAMS. ERRY little sunbeams, MER Flitting here and there; Joyous little sunbeams, Dancing everywhere. Come they with the morning light, Kind words are like sunbeams, And loving smiles are sunbeams, A light of joy to all. In sorrow's eye they dry the tear, And bring the fainting heart good cheer. "Now, THE SUNBEAMS. OW, what shall I send to the Earth to-day?" "Oh! let us go down there to work and play," So down to the Earth in a shining crowd, They painted with splendor each floating cloud "Shine on, little Star, if you like," they cried; "We will weave a golden screen That soon all your twinkling and light shall hide, Though the Moon may peep between." The Sunbeams then in through the windows crept, To the children in their beds They poked at the eyelids of those who slept, “Wake up, little children!" they cried in glee, "And from Dreamland come away! We've brought you a present: wake up and see! We have brought you a sunny day!" - Emilie Poulsson. IF I WERE A SUNBEAM. FI were a sunbeam, "IF I know what I'd do: I would seek white lilies Rainy woodlands through: Softest light I'd shed, Raised its drooping head. |