THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
His blessings fall in plenteous showers, 
Upon the lap of earth, 
That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers 
And rings with infant mirth. 
Montgomery. 
SPRING. 
The spring comes forth with sun and song, 
O'er mountain and o'er main, 
The woodland choristers once more 
Awake their joyful strain. 
The sky puts on its clearest blue — 
The earth her green array. 
And ocean smiles around his isles. 
On nature's bridal day. 
How soft the vernal airs breathe forth 
Above the awakening earth ; 
Along our path the wild flowers sweet 
Are blushing into birth. 
