To little Clem. from a little girl.
While older people send their loves
On Valentine's bright merry morn,
And write of Cupids, darts and doves,
And hopeful hearts and hearts forlorn,
A merry child, who knows no art,
To Clem, her jumping playmate boy,
Sends wishes, that, like her's, his heart
May ever dance with life and joy.
Soon may the wintry winds be check'd,
And southern breezes melt the snow,
With wild-flowers all the meads be deck'd,
And sweetest roses round you blow.
What joy to see the blooming trees!
To hear the birds exulting sing!
To sniff the fragrant vernal breeze!
And hail the glories of the Spring!