SNOW-DROP 69 



TIJE SNOW-DROP'S CALL. 



MISS E. EMRA. 



Who else is coming? — There's sunshine here! 

 Ye would strew the way for the infant year : 

 The frost-winds blow on the barren hill, 

 And icicles hang on the quarry still ; 

 But sunny, and shelter'd, and safe, are we, 

 In the moss at the foot of the sycamore tree. 



Are ye not coming? the first birds sing; 

 They call to her bowers the lingering Spring; 

 And, afar to his home near the north-pole star, 

 Old Winter is gone in his snow-clad car; 

 And the storms are past, and the sky is clear, 

 And we are alone, sweet sisters ! here. 



Will ye not follov/? Ye safe shall be 

 In the green moss under the sycamore tree. 

 And, oh! there is health in the clear cold breeze, 

 And a sound of joy in the leafless trees ; 

 And the sun is pale, yet his pleasant gleam 

 Has waken'd the earth, and unchain'd the stream, 

 And the soft west-wind, oh, it gently blows 1 

 Hasten to follow, pale lady Primrose ! 

 And Hyacinth graceful, and Crocus gay, 

 For we have not met this many a day. 

 Follow us, follow us ! follow us then, 

 All ye whose home is in grove or glen. 

 Why do ye linger? Who else is coming, 

 Now Spring is awake with the wild bees' humming? 

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