
A Spring Song. 
Edward Youl. 
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 
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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. 

