THE DOOR OF SPRING.

April unlocks the door of spring,

And soon you'll hear a robin sing.

A bluebird perched upon a tree

Will woo his mate. Perchance you'll see

An early redwing, if you go

Down to the swamp where catkins grow.

For April warden is, of all

The things that went to sleep, last fall.

Just where the field mouse and the toad

Have burrowed; where, beside the road,

The grasshopper and katydid

All winter have been safely hid;

And when the bumblebee will come

A-booming back with pleasant hum?

April can tell you, for 'tis she

Opens the door that sets them free.