IN THE WILD WILD-WOODS TO-DAY

Away—far away—in the wild wild-woods to-day! Underneath the spreading, cool, green boughs sitting, Nesting birds above us flitting, Seem to sing—seem to say: “Mortals sad, be good, be good—be glad—be gay!” Little hearts full of glee, Happy as happy can be; In the wavy bushes seen, In the tall, tufted tree-tops between, Singing, singing merrily, Singing, singing—seem to say: “Mortals sad, be good, be good—be glad to-day!”