SNOW.

LITTLE white feathers, filling the airLittle white feathers! how came ye there? "We came from the cloud-birds sailing so high; They're shaking their white wings up in the sky."

Little white feathers, how swift you go!
Little white feathers, I love you so!

"We are swift because we have work to do;
But hold up your face, and we'll kiss you true."

Он, where are all the good little girls,-
Where are they all to-day?

And where are all the good little boys?
Tell me, somebody, pray.

Safe in their fathers' and mothers' hearts

The girls are stowed away;

And where the girls are, look for the boys, –
Or so I've heard folk say.

CALLING THE FLOWERS.

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CALLING THE FLOWERS.

BLOW loud for the blossoms that live in the trees, And low for the daisies and clover;

But as soft as I can for the violets shy,

Yes softly and over and over.

7.0

LITTLE green Hummer
Was born in the summer;
His coat was as bright
As the emerald's light.
Short was his song,

Though his bill it was long;

His weight altogether

Not more than a feather.

From dipping his head

In the sunset red,

And gilding his side

In its fiery tide,

He gleamed like a jewel,

And darted around,

'Twixt sunlight and starlight,

Ne'er touching the ground.

GARDEN SONGS

Now over a blossom,

Now under, now in it;

Here, there, and everywhere,
All in a minute.

Ah! never he cared

Who wondered and stared, --
His life was completeness
Of pleasure and sweetness;
He revelled in lightness,
In fleetness and brightness,
This sweet little Hummer

That came with the summer.

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GLUCK! gluck! From under a log,
Squatting and leaping, comes Flucky the Frog.
Wide is his mouth, and spreading his toes;
Very elastic and shiny his clothes;

Though lofty his jumpings and brazen his stare,
He sees not the Hummer that flits in the air.

A LAD of Nansook

A balsam-pod took,

And he pressed the ends with a will;
The sudden report

Was capital sport,

And the seeds they are flying still.

Он, I'd search the world over

For one four-leaved clover!

Bend low, pretty grass, bend low!

Jump, little crickets! and tumble, you bees! Green little grasshoppers, limber your knees! There's one hidden somewhere, I know.