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WHAT MAKES THE SUMMER?
Make the sweet sights of summer;
But the countless forest leaves, the myriad wayside weeds
And slender grasses, springing up everywhere—
These help to make the summer.
But the countless forest leaves, the myriad wayside weeds
And slender grasses, springing up everywhere—
These help to make the summer.
One heaven bends above;
The lowliest head ofttimes hath sweetest rest;
O'er song-bird in the pine, and bee in the ivy low,
Is the same love, it is all God's summer
Well pleased is He if we patiently do our best,
So hum little bee, and low green grasses grow,
You help to make the summer.
The lowliest head ofttimes hath sweetest rest;
O'er song-bird in the pine, and bee in the ivy low,
Is the same love, it is all God's summer
Well pleased is He if we patiently do our best,
So hum little bee, and low green grasses grow,
You help to make the summer.
