Question

The flowers are blooming everywhere, a
On every hill and dell';
And O, how beautiful they are! how fresh and sweet they smelk!
'The little brooks?, they dance along,
And look so free and gay,
I love to hear their pleasant song;
I feel as glad as they.
The young lambs bleat and frisk* about,
Like bees hum round their hive
The butterflies are coming out;
'T is good to be alive.'
'The trees, that looked so stiff and gray,
With green wreaths now are hung;
O mother, let me laugh and play;
I cannot hold my tongue.'​

Answer 1

Answer:

The flowers are blooming everywhere, a

On every hill and dell';

And O, how beautiful they are! how fresh and sweet they smelk!

'The little brooks?, they dance along,

And look so free and gay,

I love to hear their pleasant song;

I feel as glad as they.

The young lambs bleat and frisk* about,

Like bees hum round their hive

The butterflies are coming out;

'T is good to be alive.'

'The trees, that looked so stiff and gray,

With green wreaths now are hung;

O mother, let me laugh and play;

I cannot hold my tongue.'