The springs of life bring glorious days each year,
With verdure leaves and flowers of fine hues;
Though scorching, summers bring the harvests dear,
And helps the farmers pay back loans and dues!
Each autumn fells the old leaves and fruits ripe,
But paints a splendid scene, pretty always,
That winter's icy hands will tend to wipe
Off by its leaflessness, and food-less days!
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