"Ne'er one swallow makes a Summer,"
Is a saying everywhere;--
But when swallows come in myriads,
Blessed Summer-time is here.
THE MOCKING-BIRD.
The New World boasts the Mocking-bird
And whether caged or free,
His wondrous voice pours forth in songs
Of rarest melody.
His notes swell out and die away,
As if a joyous soul
Were wrought to highest ecstacy,
All music to control.
