278 THE NEW YEAR Ring out the false pride in place and blood, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring in the valiant man and free, TENNYSON. FEBRUARY AROUND, above the world of snow The light-heeled breezes breathe and blow; Then dusky twilight spreads around, The hoar frost crackles on the trees, Then the night silence, long and deep, JAMES BERRY BENSEL. O FEBRUARY RAIN LONELY day! No sounds are heard Save winds and floods that downward pour, And timid fluting of a bird, That pipes one low note o'er and o'er. Before the blast the bare trees lean, O day most meet for memories, And yet this dark and dreary day Some brighter lesson still can bring, For it is herald of the May, A faint foretoken of the spring. Beneath the ceaseless-beating rain Fades in a flood of happy tears. And thus in darkness oft is wrought, CHARLES TURNER DAZEY. IN FEBRUARY THE birds have been singing today, The sun is as warm as in May, The little bird on the boughs Of the sombre snow-laden pine "For the season of snow is past; The little birds twitter and cheep To their loves on the leafless larch; JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. I A SONG OF SPRING HEARD the bluebird singing To robin in the tree. 'Come, 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." Said robin to the bluebird, My nest I now must build, And shortly you will see it With pretty blue eggs filled. 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, |