Volume 13 — UNDER THE SNOW.

All in the bleak December weather, When north winds blow, Five little clovers lay warm together Under the snow. "Wait," said they, "till the robins sing; Wait, till the blossoms bud and spring; Wait, till the rain and the sunbeams gay Our winter blanket shall fold away— Then, we will try to grow." All in the fragrant May-time weather, When south winds blow, Five little clovers crept close together Under the snow. Poor, pink babies! They might have known 'Twas only the pear-tree blossoms blown By the frolic breeze; but they cried, "Oh, dear! Surely the spring is late this year! Still, we will try to grow." All in the sultry August weather, When no winds blow, Five little clovers were sad together Under the snow. 'Twas only the daisies waving white Above their heads in the glowing light; But they cried, "Will we never understand? It always snows in this fairyland— Yet, we will try to grow." All in the bright September weather, When west winds blow, Five little clovers were glad together Under the snow. For now 'twas the muslin kerchief cool, Of a dear little lass on her way to school. "The sweetest snow-fall of all," said they; "We knew our reward would come some day, If only we'd try to grow!"