SONG OF THE CHILDREN ABOUT SPRING. 
Sweeps on once again till the creaking wail 
Out from tlie ice-coated woods tells the tale, 
How the old fellow is lording in state. 
Again her kiss thaws through his frosty mail, 
Again she strews flowers where he had strewn hail. 
Till routed and scouted 
While all the earth shouted, 
In a terrible fright 
The old fellow takes flight, 
Clang ! clanging away on his sleety wings, 
ISTor dares he to alight 
Till he comes where long night 
Her sable curtain o'er dreary land flings. 
