Anterotics

Laughs the happy April

Thro' my grimy, little window,

And a shaft of sunshine

Thro' the shadows in the square.

Dogs are tracing thro' the grass,

Crows are cawing round the chimneys,

In and out among the

Goes the West at hide-and-seek.

Loud and cheerful clangs the bell.

Here the nurses troop to breakfast.

Handsome, ugly, all are women . . .

O, the Spring—the Spring—the Spring!