THE BLUE BIRD'S SONG.

Little white snowdrop, 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 springtime is here.

--_Anon._

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