"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,