(An Excerpt)
One morning when the sky was fair,
And softly breathed the balmy air,
And little birds were on the wing,
And little lambs were frolicking,
And little boys, a cheerful throng,
Were tripping merrily along,
The school-house garden stands, and there,
With book in satchel, they repair,
The bell rings loud ! away, away!
No truant now may stop to play.
But Edward was an idle lad,
He loved to play, and he was sad
To hear the bell ring loud he sighed
Just then a butterfly he spied,
All powdered o’er with gold, its form
Was bright as rainbow ‘mid the storm :
From flower to flower it lightly flew,
And sipped and sipped the silver dew…
