. St. Nicholas [serial]. ht it up from southern skiesUpon our April northern flight,Sang they, to end the winters night. Not so ! averred the Almanac. From wintry scenes I brought it backTo tell those very Birds t was timeFor them to seek this northern clime. Absurd, the Gardens sniffed. T is weWho bring these days so full of gleeTo fill our nooks and leafy bowersWith blushing buds and fragrant flowers. What foolish nonsense ! laughed the Rain. T is I who brings the spring again To fill the waking heart of earthWith laughter gay and songs of mirth. Tut! quoth the Trees. T is plainly seenT is w
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ht it up from southern skiesUpon our April northern flight,Sang they, to end the winters night. Not so ! averred the Almanac. From wintry scenes I brought it backTo tell those very Birds t was timeFor them to seek this northern clime. Absurd, the Gardens sniffed. T is weWho bring these days so full of gleeTo fill our nooks and leafy bowersWith blushing buds and fragrant flowers. What foolish nonsense ! laughed the Rain. T is I who brings the spring again To fill the waking heart of earthWith laughter gay and songs of mirth. Tut! quoth the Trees. T is plainly seenT is we who make the glad earth green — Not you alone ! the Grass credit must with us be shared. Claim all you will! the Breezes we brought spring on pinions wide;An Easter gift from realms aboveTo fill the heart and soul with love ! T was then the SUN the clouds came through,And smiled, because, you see, HE knewWho brings the springtide every yearWith all its wealth of gladsome cheer! AN APRIL SHOWER. SOKKV, Slli, HUT THIS HOTEI. IS , ; NOTHING LEFT BUT THE HOOF. VOU SUUULU UAVbENGAOliU ACCOMMODATIONS IN ADVANCE.
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