Preparations for Breediiig, 8fc, 105 



" spring is to me no happy time. 



Its smiles are touch'd witli sadness , 

 For vanish'd, with life's early prime. 



Is much that gave it gladness. 

 Yet, merry playmate, for thy sake, 



I will not sing of sorrow ; 

 But since thou canst its joys partake, 



I would 'twere spring to-morrow." 



