CHERRY-TIME.

OH, cherry-time is a merry time!” We children used to say— “The merriest throughout the year, For all is bright and gay.” “Oh, cherry-time is a merry time!” The air is fresh and sweet, And fair flowers in the garden bloom, And daisies ’neath our feet. “Oh, cherry-time is a merry time!” For hanging on the tree, All round and glistening in the sun, The pretty fruit we see. “Oh, cherry-time is a merry time!” Up in the tree so high We children climbed, and, laughing, said, “Almost into the sky.” “Oh, cherry-time is a merry time!” The robins thought so too, And helped themselves to “cherries ripe” While wet with morning dew. “Oh, cherry-time is a merry time!” The sunshine and the showers Of God’s rich mercy fall on us In happy childhood’s hours.