A FEBRUARY DAY

“O! How do you know

When spring has come?

Still falls the snow

And the birds are dumb.”

The grass will wear

A greener tone,

The thrush will dare

To carol alone.

The silver rain

Will warmly fall,

The woods will gain

The blackbird's call.

But the way to tell,

And the only way,

Is to find a dell

Where the breezes play,

And seek and seek

Where the daisy-bloom

Shows white and meek

Like a baby moon.

And when your foot treads

With tender fear

On seven white heads,—

Then spring is here.