 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
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SPRING.
See, see, how the ices are melting away,
The rivers have burst from their chain!
The woods and the hedges with verdure look gay,
And daisies enamel the plain.
The rivers have burst from their chain!
The woods and the hedges with verdure look gay,
And daisies enamel the plain.
The sun rises high, and shines warm o'er the dale,
The orchards with blossoms are white;
The voice of the woodlark is heard in the vale,
And the cuckoo returns from her flight.
The orchards with blossoms are white;
The voice of the woodlark is heard in the vale,
And the cuckoo returns from her flight.
Young lambs sport and frisk on the side of the hill;
The honey-bee wakes from her sleep;
The turtle-dove opens her soft-cooing bill,
And snowdrops and primroses peep.
The honey-bee wakes from her sleep;
The turtle-dove opens her soft-cooing bill,
And snowdrops and primroses peep.
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All nature looks active, delightful, and gay,
The creatures begin their employ;
Ah! let me not be less industrious than they,
An idle, an indolent boy.
The creatures begin their employ;
Ah! let me not be less industrious than they,
An idle, an indolent boy.
Now, while in the spring of my vigour and bloom,
In the paths of fair learning I'll run;
Nor let the best part of my being consume,
With nothing of consequence done.
In the paths of fair learning I'll run;
Nor let the best part of my being consume,
With nothing of consequence done.
Thus, if to my lessons with care I attend,
And store up the knowledge I gain,
When the winter of age shall upon me descend,
'Twill cheer the dark season of pain.
And store up the knowledge I gain,
When the winter of age shall upon me descend,
'Twill cheer the dark season of pain.
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