"They will be delighted to hear you."
Standing in the midst of the ward, with the little ones pressing to her side, Marion sang the sweet melody set to the words,—
"Will you come where the sweet-briar grows,
Where the heath flower blossoms around?
Will you come where the hyacinth blows,
And the daisy just peeps from the ground?
There's a bower by the side of yon lake,
'Tis the chosen abode of the rose;
Where the wings of the linnet awake
The leaves from their calm repose."