And draw out the vine to creeping.

"The boughs that you cased so close in ice,
It was chilling e'en to behold them,
I'll deck all over with buds so nice;
My breath can alone unfold them.

"And when all the trees are with blossoms drest,
The bird, with her song so merry,
Will come to the branches to build her nest,
With a view to the future cherry.

"The earth will show by her loveliness,
The wonders that I am doing;
While the skies look down with a smile, to bless
The way that I'm pursuing!"

Said Winter, "Then I would have you learn,
By me, my gay new-comer,
To push off too, when it comes your turn,
And yield your place to Summer!"




=Tom Tar=

I'll tell you now about Tom Tar,
The sailor stout and bold,
Who o'er the ocean roamed so far,