'Tis the time of the northward migration
And ahead of the birds we must fly
To where days are of endless duration;
So in chorus we bid you good-bye.

Farewell, my Cupid,
Love speed you on your way.
Farewell, dear Cupid,
And au-revoir we'll say.

(All in chorus)

Farewell to you, farewell to all, farewell to-day;
Paolo, Cupid, Frosties each farewell must say.



SCENE III.

SPRING LANDSCAPE

[Virginia sitting on a bank of grass and spring flowers, with a
band of fairies dancing around her in a ring.]


Spring Draweth Near

Fairies (in Chorus)--
Spring is coming, hear the humming