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The Poets of the United States have Am. (i. e., American) put
JANUARY brings the snow,
Dull November brings the blast,
SARA COLERIDGE, 1803-1852.
THE SPRING MORNING. Get up, little sister, the morning is bright, And the birds are all singing to welcome the light; The buds are all opening, the dew's on the flower; If you shake but a branch, see! there falls quite a
shower. By the side of their mothers, look! under the trees, How the young lambs are skipping about as they
please! And by all those rings on the water I know The fishes are merrily swimming below. The bee, I dare say, has been long on the wing, To get honey from every flower of the spring ; For the bee never idles, but labours all day, And thinks (wise little insect !) work better than play. The lark's singing gaily; it loves the bright sun, And rejoices that now the gay spring has begun; For the spring is so cheerful, I think 'twould be
wrong If we did not feel happy to hear the lark's song. Get up, for when all things are merry and glad, Good children should never be lazy and sad; For God gives us daylight, dear sister; that we May rejoice like the lark, and may work like the bee.
LADY FLORA HASTINGS, DIED 1839.