Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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And O, come here, come here and look! How fast it runs along!-- Here is a cunning little brook; O, hear its pretty song! I know 'tis glad the winter's gone That kept it all so still, For now it merrily runs on, And goes just where it will. I feel just like the brook, I know; It says, it seems to me,-- "Good by, cold weather, ice, and snow; Now girls and brooks are free." I love to think of what you said, Mother, to me last night, Of this great world that God has made, So beautiful and bright. And now it is the happy spring No naughty thing I'll do; I would not be the only thing That is not happy, too. SPRING. Hark! the little birds are singing,-- |
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