SPRING IS COMING! A SONG.

1 Tell me, snow wreath, tell me why Thou dost steal away so sly, Why up-on the hill to-day, But to-mor-row gone a-way? “Spring is coming, spring is coming!” 2 Tell me, blue-bird, tell me why Art thou seen in yonder sky, Pouring music from above, In a lay that’s all of love? “Spring is coming—spring is coming!” 3 Tell me, foaming, romping rill, Dashing headlong down the hill, Why, like boy from school let out, Dost thou leap, and laugh, and shout? “Spring is coming—spring is coming!” 4 Tell me, little daisy, tell Why in yonder wooded dell Forth you venture from the ground, Mid the sere leaves all around? “Spring is coming—spring is coming!”