How think ye that sweet summer comes, with all its birds and trees, with all its sun and golden days, and flowers, fruit, and bees? Why--swallows, on most careful wing, from o'er the seas sweet summer bring. How think ye that cold winter comes, with frost, and ice, and snow, and holly bright and Christmas trees, and toys and mistletoe? Why--robins 'neath most cosey wing the merry days of winter bring! Click here to print.