Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 837
nd oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks :And oft at dawn, deep norm, or falling eve,By brooks and .groves, in hollow-whispering gales.Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined,And spreads a common feast for all that lives.In winter awful Thou! The poetry of earth is never dead, and never 8oo A U T… … And unto me all seasonslittered pleasure.— Spring, standing startled, lis-tening to the sky-lark, The wild flowers from her lapunheeded falling ; And Summer, in her gorgeousloose apparel; And Autumn, with her dreamy,drooping lashes; And Winter, with his whitehair blown about him. There is much more…
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