Do you know where the laurel climbs over the mountain
In great blushing clusters so dewy and sweet?
Do you know where the buttercups laugh in the meadow,
And the daisies shine out on the edge of the wheat?
Come wander with me in the glad sunny morning;
I'll show you where flowers by hundreds are found;
Some up on the hill-tops, some down in the valleys,
And some like stars dropped on the green mossy ground.
Do you know a wise robin with three little children?
Could you find, safely hidden, the humming-bird's nest?
Do you think, if you saw it, you'd guess by the color
The flash of the tanager's beautiful crest?
Come, I know the birdies; they sing for me often;
They fly in and out, and don't mind me at all;
I watch their bright eyes and their quick little motions,
And I know when in anger or trouble they call.
I've an armful of flowers and feathery grasses—
I'm taking them home to my mother, you see;
She'll help me to weave them in baskets and bunches
For pale Susy Rice and for lame Mattie Lee.
I'm so strong and so well, and I never am tired,
And they are so quiet, and often in pain,
That I'm sure they'll be glad when they hear my steps coming,
And ask me to gather them flowers again.
A real satisfaction is afforded us in the perusal of such a note as the following from an appreciative reader. We are very glad indeed that while our paper delights the little ones, it also receives the cordial approbation of their parents.
St. Louis, Missouri.