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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

SUMMER TIME.

When spring comes to see us again,
The winter is over and gone;
The hill, and the slope, and the plain,
The sun shineth warmly upon.
When hay-makers work in the hay,
The days are delightful and long;
For then it is summer time gay,—
The season of beauty and song.
Then fair is the beauty of morn,
And sweet is the pleasant perfume;
When blossom is white on the thorn,
And roses so red, are in bloom.
And then shall the good temper'd child,
Where pleasure pervadeth the clime,
When nature is lovely and mild,
Be blest with the joy of the time.