WELCOME, daisies, from your sleep; 

Snow has left the ground; 

Winter's gone; you need not peep 

So timidly around! 

Welcome, pale green vale and hill, 

Homes of bird and bee! 

You, too, silver plashing rill, 

That used to talk to me. 

Welcome, buds upon the bough, 

Drooping o'er the eaves! 

Though you're only babies now, 

You'll soon be grown-up leaves. 

Welcome, soft, blue sunny sky; 

Birds and blossoms gay! 

Now you've come at last, 

Do try a good long while to stay. 

Our Little Ones.