22 ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



SPRING AND SUMMER. 



OPRING is growing up, 



vJ Is it not a pity? 



She was such a little thing, 



And so very pretty. 

 Summer is extremely grand, 



We must pay her duty; 

 But it is to little Spring 



That she owes her beauty ! 



From the glowing sky 



Summer shines above us; 

 Spring was such a little dear, 



But will Summer love us? 

 She is very beautiful, 



With her grown up blisses, 

 Summer we must bow before; 



Spring we coax with kisses 



Spring is growing up, 



Leaving us so lonely; 

 In the place of little Spring 



We have Summer only ! 

 Summer with her lofty airs, 



And her stately paces ; 

 In the place of little Spring, 



With her childish graces. 



ALL YELLOW. 



A DANDELION sprang on the Ituvn, 

 All gayly dressed in yellow; 

 He nodded in the springing grass, 

 A jolly little fellow. 



A yellow bird flew from the tree; 



He, too, was dressed in yellow, 

 " The saucy thing to steal my coat ! 

 The thief, the wicked fellow ! " 



A golden sunbeam came that way, 



And eyes each little fellow; 

 " Dear me when one the fashion leads, 

 How common grows my yellow." 



