THE LAUGHING GIRL.

The bobolink laughs in the meadow; The wild waves laugh on the sea; They sparkle and glance, they dimple and dance, And are merry as waves can be. The green leaves laugh on the trees; The fields laugh out with their flowers; In the sunbeam’s glance, they glow and they dance. And laugh to their falling showers. The man laughs up in the moon; The stars too laugh in the sky; They sparkle and glance, they twinkle and dance. Then why, then, pray, shouldn’t I? Oh, I laugh at morn and at night, I laugh through the livelong day. I laugh and I prance, I skip and I dance. So happy am I and so gay.