A WALK TO THE MEADOWS.

We’ll go to the meadow, where cowslips do grow, And buttercups looking as yellow as gold; And the daisies and violets beginning to blow, For it is a most beautiful sight to behold.

The honey-bee humming about there is seen, The butterfly merrily skims it along; The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green, And the linnet there sings us his liveliest song.

The birds and the insects are happy and gay; The beasts of the field all are glad, and rejoice; We, too, will be thankful to God every day, And praise His great name in a loftier voice.