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Show AN IDYL OF APRIL. Tho motley month of umilos and loan With shambling gait dotb come, I And eager eyes and heedful ears, And backward crook of thumb liondy, with many n furtive wils, I ho way-side lout to lure, p And Fend him from his road a mile, , Strango nothings to procure And laughter in the lane. doth ring, And from tho villngo icboul At every waif sly urchins tling Their cry of "April fool I" 1 The Rrassy lawns aro all aglow With dandoiion-tlowors, And cowslips that in April blow, Whether it smiles or showers. Out in tiio fields hard by the town, W hare munching cattle rest, Tho miadow-lark, in coat of brown And eatl'ron-yellow VOat, Prom topmost bougti of so mo tall tree His vernal song doth pour, Piping his little tuno of g!eo Against the railway's roar. Tho robin from tho orchard sings; The jay screams from the copse, .Fliltin f upon his aaure wings Among tho spruce-tree tops. And, hatk ! the distant campanile ltinga out a merry chime, Saluting, with iu bells of steel, Tho luitivo Eastor-time. |