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Show ' ) Rippling Rhymes (By Walt Mason) s , APRIL. When April comes the welkin hums with cries of human gladness; the j Winter's past and Spring at last has come to can our sadness. The girds return with sonsrs to burn, and frolic, in the maples, the farmer sows his oats in rows, and bay and other slaples. When blizzards whoop around the coop its hard to keep on smll ing; but pril days soothe weary jays, with zephyrs most beguiling. Were tired and worn ere to his bourue old ! Winter has departed- his sno and sleet have chilled our feet and left us broken hearted Despair he springs, but April brings a salve toi all our bruises, the wintry blast i queered at last, and all the world enthuses. en-thuses. The ancient guy of bleary eye forgets his many winters, and hops along with laugh and song, a caution to all sprinters The man of RChea whose groaning makes a discord ot j existence, forgets disease and laps the : breeze that conies from Rome blue distance. dis-tance. The chronic grouch forsakes hi i ouch without a beef or bellow, and throws his hat and kicks the cat and seems a sprightly fellow Oh, April nds our woe, my friends, the woe that winter brlngeth; the smiling gent knows sweet content, and like a dinger dlngeth. Copyrlghl by George Matthew Adams. |