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Sing a song of Spring-time!

Catkins by the brook,

Adder’s-tongues uncounted,

Ferns in every nook;

The cataract on the hillside

Leaping like a fawn;

Sing a song of Spring-time—

Ah, but Spring-time’s gone!

Sing a song of Summer!

Flowers among the grass,

Clouds like fairy frigates,

Pools like looking-glass,

Moonlight through the branches,

Voices on the lawn;

Sing a song of Summer—

Ah, but Summer’s gone!

Sing a song of Autumn!

Grain in golden sheaves,

Woodbine’s crimson clusters

Round the cottage eaves,

Days of crystal clearness,

Frosted fields at dawn;

Sing a song of Autumn—

Ah, but Autumn’s gone!

Sing a song of Winter!

North-wind’s bitter chill,

Home and ruddy firelight,

Kindness and good-will,

Hemlock in the churches,

Daytime soon withdrawn;

Sing a song of Winter—

Ah, but Winter’s gone!

Sing a song of loving!

Let the seasons go;

Hearts can make their gardens

Under sun or snow;

Fear no fading blossom,

Nor the dying day;

Sing a song of loving—

That will last for aye!

—Elizabeth Roberts Macdonald.

By permission of the publishers, L. C. Page & Co., Boston.

Striving not to be rich or great,

Never questioning fortune or fate,

Contented slowly to earn, and wait.