A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

THE LITTLE PROPHET.

(FEBRUARY SPEAKS.)

HOUGH the clouds are hanging low,
And the streams can hardly go
(All their babbling voices dumb),
Trust me, better days will come!
Don’t despair.

I’m a prophet, I’m a seer:

I can see, and I can hear,

Singing travellers on their way

To this Northland bleak and gray ;
Don’t despair.

I have seen the field-mice run

All abroad, to take the sun;

I have heard the peeper’s plaint,

From the marshes, far and faint;
Don’t despair.

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