WILLARD AND FLORENCE ON MOUNT WACHUSETT.

Happy little girl and boy, Dancing hand in hand Over hill and valley land, Filled with summer joy; Climbing up the steep path side To Wachusett's top, With that graceful skip and hop Born where fairies hide; Seeing Holyoke from the height, Old Monadnock clear, While Washacum twin-lakes near Sparkle in sun-light; Tripping down the mountain-road Back to cottage home, Only pausing there to roam Where laurel finds abode; Jumping on the new-mown hay, Sitting under trees, Feeling every mountain breeze, Hearing birds' sweet lay; Lying on the mossy stone By the brook's cascade, Listening 'neath the sylvan shade To its rippling tone; Down at pretty Echo Lake, Plucking maiden-hair, Gathering glistening "sundew" there For "dear mamma's sake"; Picking in the pastures near Berries red and blue; Spying where the mayflowers grew Earlier in the year; Watching for the sun to rise, Following sunset-cloud, Singing low and singing loud While the swift day flies; Waiting for the "Tally-Ho," With its looked-for mails, Hearing strangers tell their tales As they come and go; Happy little girl and boy, Dancing hand in hand Over hill and valley land, Filled with summer joy.