 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
THE LIVING SPRING.
I love the pleasant spring,
That, waking from their sleep,
Bids every living thing
Forth into daylight creep;
Those sunny days, so soft and warm
That make the little insects swarm.
That, waking from their sleep,
Bids every living thing
Forth into daylight creep;
Those sunny days, so soft and warm
That make the little insects swarm.
The fair white butterflies,
Or those in gold and blue,—
Who makes them all so wise,
As if the months they knew?
Where, all the winter, have they slept,
That now they back again have crept?
Or those in gold and blue,—
Who makes them all so wise,
As if the months they knew?
Where, all the winter, have they slept,
That now they back again have crept?
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And hark! the merry songs
That fill the pleasant air,
The birds, in cheerful throngs,
To build their nests prepare;
Those curious nests! I would not spoil
In foolish sport such days of toil.
That fill the pleasant air,
The birds, in cheerful throngs,
To build their nests prepare;
Those curious nests! I would not spoil
In foolish sport such days of toil.
Far in dark woods away
The lonely cuckoo hides,
With one soft word to say,
And not a note besides;
'Tis nice to hear the gentle bird
Keep practising its pretty word!
The lonely cuckoo hides,
With one soft word to say,
And not a note besides;
'Tis nice to hear the gentle bird
Keep practising its pretty word!
Now see the swarming rooks
On the fresh field alight—
Like boys at lesson books,
Chattering to say them right;
What funny talking, as they go,
Young Master Rook and Mr. Crow!
On the fresh field alight—
Like boys at lesson books,
Chattering to say them right;
What funny talking, as they go,
Young Master Rook and Mr. Crow!
And there the ploughman sings,
Driving his polished share,
While up the skylark springs
High in the morning air:
O yes! I love the pleasant spring,
And so does every living thing!
Driving his polished share,
While up the skylark springs
High in the morning air:
O yes! I love the pleasant spring,
And so does every living thing!
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