An Amphibian — The Frog

The harp at Natures advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. And prayer is made, and praise is given. By all things near and far. John Greenleaf Whittier Once again, we eagerly look for signs of Spring—perhaps, the most welcome of all seasons. One of the first harbingers, the frog, awakens us in early morn and lulls us to nocturnal rest. At the edge of ponds, among the swamps, or on banks of streams we find him vibrating with his...