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SEASONS.
Blue flowers twined in the golden hair,
Bright in the sun and the fresh Spring air,
Childhood's laugh with the promise there.
Bright in the sun and the fresh Spring air,
Childhood's laugh with the promise there.
Climbing the apple boughs among,
Shaking the fruit down,—with a song:
Youth! such pleasures to thee belong.
Shaking the fruit down,—with a song:
Youth! such pleasures to thee belong.
Rich are the colours on falling leaves,
Rich is the splendour of crimson eves
Or the gold of Autumn's gather'd sheaves.
Rich is the splendour of crimson eves
Or the gold of Autumn's gather'd sheaves.
Stooping over the written page,
White as the snow and wise as Age:—
Which is it — history or presage?
White as the snow and wise as Age:—
Which is it — history or presage?
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