The rooks are building up their nests upon the great oak-tree,
And everything’s as busy and as happy as can be.
There’s not a cloud upon the sky, there’s nothing dark or sad;
I jump, and scarce know what to do, I feel so very glad.
God must be very good indeed, who made each pretty thing;
I’m sure we ought to love him much for bringing back the spring.
THE ARK AND THE DOVE
There was a noble ark
Sailing o’er waters dark