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[The Summer—the Summer—]
The Summer—the Summer—
Is beautiful and green;—
But when its leaves are fallen off
Who'd know that it had been,—
Its dewy buds,—its scented flow'rs—
Its fair and sunny mien,
If honey were not stored up
And harvest left to glean?
Is beautiful and green;—
But when its leaves are fallen off
Who'd know that it had been,—
Its dewy buds,—its scented flow'rs—
Its fair and sunny mien,
If honey were not stored up
And harvest left to glean?
So beauty,—so beauty
Will wither and away;—
And what is left to charm us when
The flower's in decay,—
To cheer our hearts and feast our souls
And bless Affection's sway,—
But that love gave us all its sweets
Whilst Beauty had its day?
Will wither and away;—
And what is left to charm us when
The flower's in decay,—
To cheer our hearts and feast our souls
And bless Affection's sway,—
But that love gave us all its sweets
Whilst Beauty had its day?
Then Winter,—then Winter
But sees us more than kind;—
Tho' Age hath soil'd the surface charm
Where first the eye reclin'd.
But love lies deeper at the core,
Like words the woodmen find
Deep graven in the hearts of trees
That once were on the rind.
But sees us more than kind;—
Tho' Age hath soil'd the surface charm
Where first the eye reclin'd.
But love lies deeper at the core,
Like words the woodmen find
Deep graven in the hearts of trees
That once were on the rind.
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