“WE are going to leave," said the snowflake crew, 

The pale frost-ferns and, flowers; 

"But we'll reappear in the summer dew, 

In the sheen of the summer showers." 

"We are going to build," said robin red,—

"We're going to build tomorrow; 

Lend us some straws and a bit of thread; 

We're not too proud to borrow." 

"We are going to bloom," said the crocus bold,— 

"We're going to blossom today; 

If you catch a glimpse of purple and gold, 

You will know we are on the way." 

Mary N. Prescott.