ALL'S WELL THAT ENDETH WELL The robins and the blue-birds sing In tones so sweet and clear; "Cheer up dear, Annie dear, 'tis spring And Summer time is near." The crocus soon will wake from sleep And lift its dainty head; The trailing arbutus will peep Out from its leafy bed. Dame Nature soon will deck the hills And vales in verdant clothes; While 'neath the oak the brooklet trills Where blooms the blushing rose. Fair daisy sweet and buttercup The breeze will softly kiss; Then do not pine, dear friend, cheer up And share with them their bliss. Let not your heart be troubled dear, The birds this message tell,-- Ye faint at heart, be of good cheer, "All's well that endeth well."