BIRDS ftND NATURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



SPRING COMES, JOY COMES, 



When spring comes np the vale my lads, 



There's joy in every breeze. 

 No more belated snows shall fall, 



Our wearied souls to tease. 



There's green, a tender, youthful green 



Among the willow tips, 

 Fresh grass by little waterways, 



Where bathing robin dips. 



Now showers, now shine, then bursting bloom. 



And spirits running high! 

 Where lay the dazzling, snow-white plains 



Now glad, green banners fly. 



When spring comes up the vale, my lads, 



With joy in every breeze. 



Fling wade all care ! Come, haste, embark, 



To sail the summer seas ! 



— Frank Farrington. 



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