I LIVE FOR THOSE WHO LOVE ME [LIVE for those who love me, For those who know me true, For the heavens that bend above me And the good that I can do. G. LINNAEUS BANKS. NORSE LULLABY THE sky is dark and the hills are white, "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep." He rustles his wings, and gruffly sings: 66 On yonder mountain-side a vine Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep- The king may sing in his bitter flight, Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary thou art, a-next my heart; Sleep, little one, sleep." EUGENE FIEld. THE SONG OF THE BUSY BEE BUZZ! buzz! buzz! This is the song of the bee. His legs are of yellow; A jolly good fellow, And yet a great worker is he. In days that are sunny Buzz! buzz! buzz! The sweet smelling clover, And weeds of the meadow, Some treasure he brings. THE SONG OF THE BUSY BEE 141 Buzz! buzz! buzz! From morning's first light To have nothing to do. MARIAN Douglas. A SONG OF EASTER SING, children, sing! And the lily censers swing; Sing that life and joy are waking and that Death no more is king. Sing the happy, happy tumult of the slowly brightening spring; Sing, little children, sing! Sing, children, sing! Winter wild has taken wing. Fill the air with sweet tidings till the frosty echoes ring! Along the eaves the icicles no longer glittering cling, And the crocus in the garden lifts its bright face to the sun, And in the meadows softly the brooks begin to run, And the golden catkins swing In the warm airs of the spring; Sing, children, sing! The lilies white you bring In the joyous Easter morning for hope are blossoming; And as the earth her shroud of snow from off her breast doth fling, So may we cast our fetters off in God's eternal spring. |