When the snow is vanishing, And the sun is banishing Ice and snow, that held the earth in thrall; Then, without one word of warning, Early on some breezy morning, We are wakened by the bluebird’s call: “Come along, With a song! Life and love together Bring the light Out of night, And clear the cloudiest weather!”
THE BOBOLINK
(Summer)
When the sky is bluest blue, And the clouds are whitest white, And the meadows laugh anew, With a wide-awake delight, Comes bobolink a-liting The lovely ways along— If e’er a leaf were wilting, ’T would brighten at his song. Says bobolink, “Don’t you think There ’s a kink In the minds of any Who can stay glum to-day? Anyway, Hope there are not many!”