Dorothy Ardelle Merriam

What has happened to summer,
That's what I want to know.
Is she on a vacation -
Who knows where did she go?
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His symphony is played when the eastern light
diffuses into the western night,
Abundant in sweetness, companion to spring.
In calling me from slumber this music of His
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The voices cry on the wind between the dusk and the dawn,
plaintive, sad, unseen.
They cry from the wilderness, shriveling, forlorn,
for goodness flown, hope gone,
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Did you ever consider how a seed grows,
A minuscule thing that is planted in rows
That's oft so small it can just be seen,
When the weather is warm will grow up green,
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