THE SEASONS.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLVI, Issue 195, 17 August 1912, Page 6

THE SEASONS.

"When the world was white with blossoms. All my heart began to sing_ •oy of rapture, joy of passion, "Tush," said,l, "'tis just tho spring {'*

In the days of lavish splendour, All my heart began to glow With its dreaming, " 'Tis but summer," . I remarked, "that makes it'ao !" . When the leaves grew red and golden, All my heart with love would burn, "Tush," I. said, "'tis autumn's beauty Makes the silent spirit yearn!" Coldest winter, saddest winterShining ice on vale andl hill— Must I now pretend, my dearest, I'm in love because it's chill?