- How pleasant 'tis in early spring,
- To hear the pretty robin sing;
- To hear the cooing of the dove,
- Which fills our hearts with warmest love.
- To see the pretty grass so green,
- Oh, what a soul refreshing scene!
- The sight of birds and insect's gay,
- The lovely warble of the jay.
- The red bird with his mellow sound,
- While tripping lightly o'er the ground,
- Creating joy where'er he goes,
- Just like the fragrance of the rose.
- The lark which rises up so high,
- His song the sweetest when most high;
- The goose which takes its northward coarse,
- With wing so strong and croak so hoarse.
- The pigeon with unwearied wing,
- Gives token of an early spring;
- The cat-bid with its changing tone;
- The bull-frog with his mighty moan.
- The ant begins its summer toils,
- The lazy serpent then recoils;
- The daffo with its yellow hue,
- Peeps forth to greet the earliest dew.
- The Easter flowers next appears,
- To note the passing of the years;
- And all is joy, and all is love,
- Reflected from our home above.
Vox.
April 5, 1860. Belmont Chronicle 4(15): 1.