And shine forth in happy overflow
From the blue, bright eyes.
Down the dell she tripped, and through the glade
Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade,
And from out the tree
Swung, and leaped, and frolicked, void of fear,
While bold blackbird piped, that all might hear,
“Little Bell!” piped he.
Little Bell sat down amid the fern;
“Squirrel, squirrel, to your task return;