% Spring Song. 
Edward Ycad. 
T AUD the first Spring daisies; 
Chant aloud their praises ; 
Send the children up 
To the high hill’s top : 
Tax not the strength of their young hands 
To increase your lands. 
Gather the primroses ; 
Make handfuls into posies ; 
Take them to the little girls who are at work in mills; 
Pluck the violets blue,— 
Ah, pluck not a few ! 
Knowest thou what good thoughts from Heaven the violet 
instils ? 
Give the children holidays, 
(And let these be jolly days,) 
Grant freedom to the children in this joyous Spring. 
Better men, hereafter, 
Shall we have, for laughter 
Freely shouted to the woods, till all the echoes ring. 
