LIFE'S SEASONS.
E count our years by seasons, Our Earthly life's brief span;They come—as quickly vanish Ere yet our work's began.We count our years by seasons, Spring with her varied green,Summer—the ripe and mellow, Winter—the frost and rain.
We count our days by hours, Morning, noon, and dark;The heart, too, hath her dial— Her shadow-hours to mark.
The mind, too, hath her seasons, Her summer, winter days,Her flowers, fruits, and harvest, Morning and evening greys.
