Go ithe Grasshopper and the Cricket. 
Anon. 
REEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, 
Catching your heart up at the feel of June, 
Sole voice that’s heard amidst the lazy noon, 
When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; 
And you, warm little housekeeper, who class 
With those who think the candles come too soon, 
Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune, 
Nick the glad, silent moments as they pass ; 
O sweet and tiny cousins, that belong 
One to the fields, the other to the hearth, 
Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong 
At your clear hearts; and both seem given to carth 
To sing in thoughtfal ears this natural song— 
In doors and out, summer and winter—Mirth. 






