The Bluebird

KNOW the song that the bluebird is singing, Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging, Brave little fellow ! the skies may be drearyNothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat ! Hark! was there ever so merry a note? Listen awhile, and you'll hear what he's saying, Up in the apple-tree swinging and swaying : "Dear little blossoms down under the snow, You must be weary of winter, I know; Hark while I sing you a message of cheer: Summer is coming! and spring-time is here! THE NIGHTINGALE "Little white snow-drop! I pray you arise ; Bright yellow crocus! come, open your eyes ; Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, Put on your mantles of purple and gold; Daffodils ! daffodils! say, do you hear ?- Summer is coming! and spring-time is here!"