“I frightened a little mouse under the chair.”
SPRING SONG.
Spring comes hither,
Buds the rose;
Roses wither,
Sweet Spring goes.
Summer soars,—
Wide-winged day;
White light pours,
Flies away.
“I frightened a little mouse under the chair.”
Spring comes hither,
Buds the rose;
Roses wither,
Sweet Spring goes.
Summer soars,—
Wide-winged day;
White light pours,
Flies away.