That Winter may find us without lament
For a Summer that's gone, with its hours misspent,
And a harvest that's past recall!
The Summer is Come
CHILDHOOD'S RURAL SONG.
The Summer is come
With the insect's hum,
And the birds that merrily sing.
That Winter may find us without lament
For a Summer that's gone, with its hours misspent,
And a harvest that's past recall!
CHILDHOOD'S RURAL SONG.
The Summer is come
With the insect's hum,
And the birds that merrily sing.