The Chrissenmas to Mayday 
Fortune was friendly, she snapt a thread — 
Birr, birr, birr — 
Poor Granny’s misfortune and her dread. 
Lilias was over the fields and gone 
To the Fairies’ Well, so deep and lone. 
The “ simmer ” clocks they filled the air, 
Birr, birr, birr. 
In clouds here, there and everywhere. 
Lilias cast herself down and sadly cried : 
' ‘ O that my love were by my side. ’ ’ 
The water drops in the Fairies’ Well, 
Birr, birr, birr. 
Countless her teardrops as fast they fell, 
’Mid the primrose stars like diamonds shone, 
Glittering upon each mossy stone, 
Whispered the aspen leaves o’er her head — 
Birr, birr, birr — 
“ Dost not remember, old Granny said, 
If a six-leaved primrose a maid doth find 
Cometh a lover upon the wind. ’ ’ 
The rustle died in the aspen leaves, 
Birr, birr, birr. 
At last the seeking Lilias perceives 
The magic flower she longs to find. 
Afar in the valley uprose the wind, 
In her slim fingers she turned the flower — 
Birr, birr, birr — 
The wind grew higher, within the hour 
Round the rock came a little sailor lad, 
Lilias met him with eyes grown glad. 
Granny sang at home to her busy wheel, 
Birr, birr, birr. 
The couple a march upon her steal, 
“ Here’s Jamie, Granny, come home from sea, 
The six-leaved primrose brought him to me. ’ ’ 
April 22. — A beautiful sunny morning. Boy and I 
gathered quite a big bunch of white violets from under 
the apple-tree in the kitchen-garden, also some lovely 
purple auricula. Boy says he thinks it must be called 
“ Bear’s Ear,” because the leaves are the shape of a bear’s 
ear. He has such a large acquaintance with bears, no 
doubt he knows ! But is the calm assurance of children’s 
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