"FLUTTER, FLUTTER!"
Reading edition
Flutter, flutter, with never a stop, All the leaves have begun to drop; While the wind, with a skip and a hop, Goes about gathering in his crop. Flutter, flutter, on bustling wings, All the plump little feathered things: Thrush and bobolink, finch and jay, Follow the sun on his holiday. Flutter, flutter, the snowflakes all Jostle each other in their fall, Crowd and push into last year's nest, And hide the seeds from robin-redbreast. Flutter, flutter, the hours go by; Nobody sees them as they fly; Nobody hears their fairy tread, Nor the rustle of their wings instead.
MARY N. PRESCOTT.
DRAWING-LESSON. VOL. XXIX.—NO. 1.
"Are you waking?" shout the breezes To the tree-tops waving high, "Don't you hear the happy tidings Whispered to the earth and sky? Have you caught them in your dreaming, Brook and rill in snowy dells? Do you know the joy we bring you In the merry Christmas bells? Ding, dong! ding, dong, Christmas bells! "Are you waking, flowers that slumber In the deep and frosty ground? Do you hear what we are breathing To the listening world around? For we bear the sweetest story That the glad year ever tells: How He loved the little children,— He who brought the Christmas bells! Ding, dong! ding, dong, Christmas bells!"
GEORGE COOPER.