Unwelcome Winter, that old Reprobate,
Is aways Early; Spring is always Late.

Spring , knowing that her Reign is all-too-brief,
Hurries the Blossom out before the Leaf.

O AK Leaf and Squirrel's Foot, our Woodmen claim,
On May the Tenth should measure just the same.

S WEET is the Summer Day; and full of Song
And Cheer the Winter Night; and both are Long.

T HE Maple Leaf and Summer Butterfly,
How lovely are they just before they die!