Tis growing time in Michigan
The trees are bending down
With purple plum and apple red;
The luscious pear hangs overhead;
The fields are turning brown.
The trees are bending down
With purple plum and apple red;
The luscious pear hangs overhead;
The fields are turning brown.
'Tis snowing time in Michigan!
The roads are drifted deep;
While buried far beneath the snow
The seeds and blossoms down below
Lie locked in dreamless sleep.
The roads are drifted deep;
While buried far beneath the snow
The seeds and blossoms down below
Lie locked in dreamless sleep.
O snowing, growing, blowing time,
I love you one and all!
The bright and lovely blow time,
The white and shining snow time,
The red and glowing fall!
I love you one and all!
The bright and lovely blow time,
The white and shining snow time,
The red and glowing fall!
But blowing, growing, snowing time,
I know not which is best!
The first is but the promise fair;
The second is the fruitage rare;
The last, the time of rest!
I know not which is best!
The first is but the promise fair;
The second is the fruitage rare;
The last, the time of rest!
BIRDS IN SUMMER.
THE ORIOLE.
On the topmost twig of the tall elm tree,
The oriole sits and flutters and sings;
His little heart bubbles over in glee,
And far and wide through the welkin rings
The liquid melody of his note,
And these the words he is singing sweet,
"Peter, peter, peter, pete."
The oriole sits and flutters and sings;
His little heart bubbles over in glee,
And far and wide through the welkin rings
The liquid melody of his note,
And these the words he is singing sweet,
"Peter, peter, peter, pete."
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