"Now for the dear, dear country,Its trees and meadows fair,Its roses, cowslips, violets,Whose sweetness fills the air.
"'Tis there we hear the musicOf lark's and blackbird's song,And merry little finches,Singing the whole day long."—C. H.
One bright spring day, not so very long ago, three little children arrived at their grandfather's house. They had come to pay a long visit, as their parents were travelling... more...