134 SPRING STORIES AND SONGS 



SPRING 



THE alder by the river 



Shakes out her powdery curls ; 

 The willow buds in silver 



For little boys and girls. 



The little birds fly over, 



And oh ? how sweet they sing ! 



To tell the happy children 

 That once again 'tis spring. 



The gay green grass conies creeping 

 So soft beneath their feet ; 



The frogs begin to ripple 

 A music clear and sweet. 



And butterflies are coming 



And scarlet columbine, 

 And in the sunny meadows 



The dandelions shine. 



And just as many daisies 



As their soft hands can hold, 



The little ones may gather, 

 All fair in white and gold. 



