A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

A LITTLE HIGHLANDER.

ERE’S a brave lad from the highland and heather—
Here’s a true lad with tartan and feather,—
Full of the joy of the wild spring weather !
March !
March!

Who within doors with
dull care would be_
staying

When the wind,
through the naked
treetops straying,

Sounds like a_ pibroch
that minstrels are
playing ?

March !
March !

 

Here’s a blithe heart as light as the swallow,
Here’s a bold chieftain—who’ll follow, who’ll follow,
Over the meadow, up hill and down hollow?
March!
March !
Edith M. Thomas.

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