LESSON LXIII.
MARCH.
- In the snowing and the blowing,
In the cruel sleet,
Little flowers begin their growing
Far beneath our feet. - Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly,—
"Darlings, are you here?"
Till they answer, "We are nearly,
Nearly ready, dear." - "Where is Winter, with his snowing?
Tell us, Spring," they say.
Then she answers, "He is going,
Going on his way. - "Poor old Winter does not love you;
But his time is past;
Soon my birds shall sing above you;—
Set you free at last."
Mary Mapes Dodge.
LESSON LXIV.
JENNY'S CALL.
- "It's of no use, Mrs. Templar; I have been trying the greater part of an hour to catch that rogue of a horse. She won't be caught."