Green little vaulter in the sunny gra**,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June,
Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon,
When even the bees lag at the summoning bra**;
And you, warm little housekeeper, who cla**
With those who think the candles come too soon,
Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune
Nick the glad silent moments as they pa**;
Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong
One to the fields, the other to the hearth,
Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong
At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth
To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song:
Indoors and out, summer and winter,--Mirth.