THE FIRST BLUEBIRD.

Jest rain and snow! and rain again! And dribble! drip! and blow! Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then Some more rain and snow! This morning I was 'most afeared To wake up—when, I jing! I seen the sun shine out and heerd The first bluebird of spring! Mother she'd raised the winder some; And in acrost the orchard come, Soft as an angel's wing, A breezy, treesy, beesy hum, Too sweet fer anything! The winter's shroud was rent apart— The sun burst forth in glee— And when that bluebird sung, my heart Hopped out o' bed with me! —Riley.