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AN almost hear the stirring, 



The whispering down below, 

 Where earth's sweet tender darlings 

 Are beginning now to grow. 



Dear Violet is waking. 



And Buttercup mayhap. 



And Mother Earth is weaving 

 Soft siik for each new cap. 



She is weaving Daisy's fringes, 

 And carving Cowslip's cup ; 



She is calling Honeysuckle, 



And bidding her come up. 



And the blossoms will not tarry. 

 For they say to one another, 

 " Dear sisters, haste, make ready 



To obey our faithful mother." 



Each of the host of grasses 



Will bring his emerald feather, 



Alone they are to small to help, 

 But mighty all together. 



— Maty M. Belts. 



