. To mother . Grim Nature, heedless, in her wonted hue,Marches unmoved by the spawn she breeds,Nor gives ear to our petty human needs—She little cares that home s bereft of you!The silence speaks of you, and all the placeAwaits the morning smile of your dear face. 3 s fr^mi m?4 • t 4 U P XII SUMMER—blue skies—and sunshineeverywhere,The blessing of the mid-years joyous days,And then the benediction AutumnlaysOn field and forest and on meadows have we watched the pageantand the show—With thirsty lips at Mother Natures cupWeve quaffed renewal, and withevry supReluctance that these sweet

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. To mother . Grim Nature, heedless, in her wonted hue,Marches unmoved by the spawn she breeds,Nor gives ear to our petty human needs—She little cares that home s bereft of you!The silence speaks of you, and all the placeAwaits the morning smile of your dear face. 3 s fr^mi m?4 • t 4 U P XII SUMMER—blue skies—and sunshineeverywhere,The blessing of the mid-years joyous days,And then the benediction AutumnlaysOn field and forest and on meadows have we watched the pageantand the show—With thirsty lips at Mother Natures cupWeve quaffed renewal, and withevry supReluctance that these sweet calm daysmust go. $ ,. How evry morn has dawned, bowed with its loadOf love grown stronger, and new love revealed,As if some shy heart buds till now concealedHad come to blossom on this summers pomp, upon hill altars, and with state,A summer unto love we consecrate. 9 -©?

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