72 . Ke A LITTLE WITCH.

“Yes, Tiny, there’s something better Oh, Tiny, you'll never know it—

 

Than form and scent and hue, For the mystery lies in this:
In the grass with its emerald glory; 2 Just the fact of such warm uprising
= In the air’s cerulean blue; From winter’s chill abyss,
In the glow of the sweet arbutus; And the joy of our heart’s upspringing
In the daisy’s perfect mould :— ae Whenever the Spring is. born,
All these are delightful, Tiny, Because it repeats the story
But the secret’s still untold. © Of the blessed Easter-morn!

 

Peas | Ait Tike Woler Cit

By Cria: THAXTER,

Through the dark earth gently breaking
Though they have not blossomed yet, __
Here to seek them through the wet
Merrily comes Margaret. :

Nothing recks she of the flood,
Nothing finds she, flower or bud,
But she seems herself a flower °
In the tumult of the shower;
While across the field she trips,
~O’er bright eyes and ruddy lips
Fast the sparkling water slips,

 

 

Gay and daring little witch!

-- How the color, deep and rich,
Mantles in her cheek’s sweét curve t
Mark the pretty mouth’s reserve:
Ah, but smiles are hidden there!
Like a torch her golden hair
Flares above her forehead fair,

Slender shape of pliant grace
Crowned with such a charming face }

 

MARGARET. Not a single flower is out, :
But that’s naught to mourn about;
OFTLY sweeps the April storm, She the loveliest blossom is,
Floods of rain and breezes warm. All a-bloom with light and bliss,

Drowsy flowers at last are waking, For the sun and rain to kiss, ©