VACATION DAYS.
Each year, early in the summer,
While yet 't is blue, blue June,
Suddenly the wild birds waken,
And with a longing tune
Go song-singing of the children
That are shut in from the sun;
"They are coming," the singers carol,
"For the school-days are done! "
And they sing the song of cherries
Along the garden wall;
And they sing the song of berries
That grow in thickets tall;
And they sing the song of rambles,
Long rambles in the sun:
"They are coming," the singers carol,
"For the school-days are done!"
And they sing the song of hammocks
Hung in the deep pine-trees,
Where the children brown and brighten
With swaying in the breeze,
Happy, happy little children
Just let out in the sun!
"They are coming," the singers carol,
"For the school-days are done! "
Give the world up to the children,
Yes, near and far and wide!
Let the willing welcomes waken
Up all the country side!
Meet them, bird, and bee, and blossom,
And meet them, breeze and sun,
Carol! carol! Oh, carol! Carol!
That the school-days are done!
ELLA FARMAN, in Wide Awake.