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THE PROGRESS OF THE SEASONS.

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THE PROGRESS OF THE SEASONS. The sun shone bright, and all was gay, In love's delightful month of May A little child was out at play, She had obtained a holidia)- It is the Spring, The fruit was hanging on the trees, Thus ripened in the southern breeze; That child had now become a man, His face was anxious, pale, and wan- The Summer's come. The leaves were failing from the woods, And laying in the dusty roads; I saw that man—but saw his hair Was blanched by age and white with care- 'Twas Autumn then. The frozen snow was on the ground, No fruit, no flower could be found An old man then was on the heath, His lips were moist with dews of death- 'Twas Winter there. Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, when Will your sad story teach to men How short is each successive stage? Our infancy, youth, manhood, age How quickly gone!

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