SPRING.
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I am coming, I am coming, With my carpet soft and green; I have spread it o'er the common, And a prettier ne'er was seen.
Soon I'll spangle it with clover, And the dandelions bright; You shall pick them in your aprons, Yellow, red, and snowy white.
I am coming, and the tree-tops, That all winter were so bare, You shall see, with small leaves covered, Wave their branches in the air.
I am coming! Little children, Can you tell me who am I? If not, you will soon remember, For I'm just now passing by. | |
SUMMER.
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Tis Summer, I know by the blue of the sky; By the trees' deeper green, as beneath them I lie; And more than all these, by the lovely wild rose That now in the woodland its pink blossom shows.
Now ring the sharp scythes of the mowers all day, And they spread to the air the sweet-scented hay; They pile up the wagon ere daylight is done, And singing come home with the set of the sun.
I feel the warm west wind fan gently my cheek As I sit on the grass, far too happy to speak; And then in the twilight I see the faint spark Of the fire-fly, flitting alone in the dark.
Oh! long happy days, when 'tis full of delight To roam in the meadows from morning till night! Oh! summer, sweet summer! glide slowly away, For I love in your warmth and your fragrance to stay. | |
AUTUMN.
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Here's the purple aster, And the golden-rod, And the blue fringed gentian, By the meadow sod.
And the scarlet cardinal Grows beside the brook, And the yellow sunflower In some sheltered nook.
Maple boughs are covered With their foliage red, And the withered elm leaves On the ground lie dead.
And within the orchard, Heavy-laden trees Shower down the apples, With each passing breeze.
So by these we know thee, Lovely autumn time, With thy deep blue heavens, And thy snowy rime.
And we gladly greet thee, With thy colors gay, Though thou tell'st us summer Hence hath fled away. | |
