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Blowy breezy March brings Spring,
Summer comes with leafy June,
September fruit, October grain,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, all are past;
January's ice will sparkle,
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour, And gathers honey all the day,
From ev'ry op'ning flow'r.
How skilfully sbe builds her cell,
How neat she spreads her wax, And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill
I would be busy too;
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past; That I may give for every day, Some good account at last.
The oceans number five :
Two lie around the poles ; Between us and America,
A third, th' Atlantic rolls.
The Indian ocean next,
A fourth is said to be ;
From tempests ever free.
THE ENGLISH GIRL.
Sporting on the village green,
Now within her humble door, Sweeping clean her kitchen floor ; While upon the wall so white, Hang her coppers, polished bright.
Mary never idle sits ;
And on Sunday Mary goes,
and wretched may All learn to walk in wisdom's way.
I saw a snowdrop on the bed,
Green taper leaves among; White as the driven snow its head
Upon the stalk was hung.
The wintry wind came sweeping o'er,
And soon a tempest blew :
To glitter with the dew.
I saw a smiling infant laid
In its fond mother's ar
A thousand dimpling charms.