NATURE'S RESURRECTION.
Hark! it is the robin crying,
He has heard the voice of Spring;
From the woods the crow is flying,
And the jay is on the wing.
Slowly now the sun is ranging
Each day nearer to the west;
All things tell the year is changing,
Nature wakens from her rest.
Lower sink the snow-drifts daily,
Half the pasture lands are bare;
And the little streams leap gayly
From their chains to breathe the air.
While the barren earth rejoices,
Care-worn mortal, come away,—
Listen to the pleasant voices
Of the resurrection day.
Dost thou understand the token?
Nature should not teach in vain
What its gracious Lord hath spoken—
That the dead shall live again!
THE BIRD'S NEST.
Two robins came in early Spring,—
When Winter's reign was o'er;
And every morn I heard them sing
Just by our cottage door.
They built their nest of moss and hay
Within a maple-tree,—
And thither every pleasant day,
I went to hear and see.
At first whene'er I came they flew,
Or eyed me in alarm;
But soon my step familiar grew,
I never did them harm.