And the wind, oh, how it makes you shiver,
And long for the balmy air that blows
The reeds that quiver

Above some river

That warm in Floridian sunlight flows!

Have you any new songs to sing this season? And do you know where you are going to stop? We've taken rooms in the very top

Of "The Maple" — prices quite within reason. You've a flat near by that you've leased till fall? How nice! Then surely you'll come and call.

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A SONG OF SPRING.

HEARD the bluebird singing
To robin in the tree.

"Cold winter now is over

And spring has come," said he;

"'Tis time for flowers to rouse from sleep,

And from their downy blankets peep;

So wake, wake, little flowers,

Wake, for winter is o'er,

Wake, wake, wake,

The spring has come once more.”

Then let us join once more and sing;
So wake, wake, little flowers,

That all the flowers may know 'tis spring;
Wake, for winter is o'er,

Wake, wake, wake,

The spring has come once more."

The robin and the bluebird

Soon after flew away,

But as they left the tree-top,

I think I heard them say,

"If birds and flowers have work to do,
Why, so have little children too;
So work, work, little children,
Work, for winter is o'er,

Work, work, work,

The spring has come once more."

-Helen C. Bacon.

THE SUNSHINE'S CARESS.

O the little brown cradles,

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Where the leaf babies sleep,

Came the sunshine with a soft caress,
And whispered, "Buds, dear little buds,
Throw off your old winter wraps,
And put on your new spring dress;'
So said the sunshine with its soft caress.

From the cradles they peeped
With a timid gaze;

Just to answer this soft caress,

They quickly courtesied a sweet "Good-day";
Then donned they all new dresses so gay;
And they said, "The world we'll bless;
Thank you, Sunshine, for your soft caress."

- Miss Jenk's Songs and Games for Little Ones.

SUNBEAMS.

ERRY little sunbeams,

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Flitting here and there;

Joyous little sunbeams,

Dancing everywhere.

Come they with the morning light,
And chase away the gloomy night.

Kind words are like sunbeams,
That sparkle as they fall;

And loving smiles are sunbeams,

A light of joy to all.

In sorrow's eye they dry the tear,

And bring the fainting heart good cheer.

- Selected.

"Now,

THE SUNBEAMS.

JOW, what shall I send to the Earth to-day?"
Said the great, round, golden Sun.

"Oh! let us go down there to work and play,"

Said the Sunbeams, every one.

So down to the Earth in a shining crowd,
Went the merry, busy crew;

They painted with splendor each floating cloud
And the sky while passing through.

"Shine on, little Star, if you like," they cried; "We will weave a golden screen

That soon all your twinkling and light shall hide, Though the Moon may peep between."

The Sunbeams then in through the windows crept, To the children in their beds

They poked at the eyelids of those who slept,
Gilded all the little heads.

"Wake up, little children!" they cried in glee, "And from Dreamland come away!

We've brought you a present: wake up and see! We have brought you a sunny day!"

OUR

UR Mother Earth is in her loom,
A-weaving night and day;

Her new spring carpet must be done
Before the month of May!

Just see the stripes of red, and green,
Of yellow, brown, and blue!

In warp and woof I've never seen
A web of such rare hue.