. Home songs for little people . notes Poured from above;Gay little dandelion Becks not of love. Cold lie the daisy banks, Clad but in green,Where in the springs agone Gav hues were seen. •« Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay;True little dandelion Greeteth the May. Brave little dandelion! Fast falls the snow,Bending the daffodils Haughty head the fleecy tent, Careless of cold,Blithe little dandelion Counteth her gold. HOME SONGS. 135 Meek little dandelion Groweth more fair,Till dries the amber dew Out from her rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high,Faint little dand
. Home songs for little people . notes Poured from above;Gay little dandelion Becks not of love. Cold lie the daisy banks, Clad but in green,Where in the springs agone Gav hues were seen. •« Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay;True little dandelion Greeteth the May. Brave little dandelion! Fast falls the snow,Bending the daffodils Haughty head the fleecy tent, Careless of cold,Blithe little dandelion Counteth her gold. HOME SONGS. 135 Meek little dandelion Groweth more fair,Till dries the amber dew Out from her rides the thirsty sun, Fiercely and high,Faint little dandelion Closeth her eye. Pale little dandelion In her white shroud,Heareth the angel-breeze Call from the cloud;Tiny plumes fluttering, Make no delay;Little winged dandelion Soareth away. gPRIJMQ. SPRING is coming, Spring is coming!Birds are chirping, insects humming;Flowers are peeping from their sleeping;Streams escape from winters we, then, with Natures voice:Welcome, Spring! Rejoice, rejoice ! 136 HOME THE EBB and flow! ebb and flow!Chanting ever, chanting low,Oer the rocks, oer the strand,And far oer the naked sand. To and fro ! to and fro !Hocking ever, rumbling low, .Singing soft, singing sweet,When thy restless waves do meet. HOME SONGS. 137 Louder still! louder still!With a merry right good willCome and go ! Come, O sea !Can I ever sing like thee ? JVIAFJCH. THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter,The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ;There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated, The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill;The plough-boy is whooping—anon—anon! Theres joy on the mountains, Theres life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing;The rain is over and gone! 12* 138 HOME SONGS.
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