And herds of deer may on his herbage tread;
But little thinks he that intruders worse
Than these will enter and his labors curse.
XII.
Now milder spring ushers its April showers,
And up fair Seekonk woos the southern breeze;
The birds are singing in their woodland bowers,
Green grows the ground and budding are the trees
The purple violets and wild strawberry flowers
Invite the visits of the murmuring bees;