  What does bounteous summer bring? The lengthen'd day and shorten'd night; Milder breezes softly blowing, Warmer suns, and skies more bright. Long and thick the grass is grown, Ready for the mower's care, When his scythe has laid it low, To the hay-field we'll repair. To spread it widely to the sun: Many hands together join'd, Make the labour quickly done. In the hedge, the woodbine twining, Fills the air with sweet perfume; The blushing rose, in gay profusion, Joins its fragrance and its bloom. In the mossy hedge-row peeps, The strawberry with lowly head; We can quickly fill our baskets, With its berries rosy red. Little Anna dearly loves Strawb'ries red, and milk so white: We will carry plenty home, On them she can sup to-night.
But she can also read and spell; She learns with careful hand to sew, And she deserves her supper well. |
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