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.