"Sing on in grateful gladness! Rejoice in this good thing Which the Lord thy God hath given thee, The happy power to sing." FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL. 66 THE FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING EVERYWHERE." C.M. HE flowers are blooming everywhere, And oh how beautiful they are, How sweetly too they smell! The little birds they spring along, I love to hear their pleasant song, The young lambs bleat and frisk about, The bees hum round their hive; The butterflies are coming out; "Tis good to be alive! M The trees that looked so stiff and gray, With green wreaths now are hung; See, yonder bird spreads out his wings, Go forth, my child, and laugh and play, With birds and brooks, and merry May, I would not check your bounding mirth, For He who made this blooming earth, 2 THE STAR. WINKLE, twinkle, little star; How I wonder what you are! Like a diamond in the sky. 7's. When the blazing sun is gone, Then the traveller in the dark, In the dark blue sky you keep, As your bright and tiny spark JANE TAYLOR. 3 THE VIOLET. OWN in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. C.M. |