PROMISES.
“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.