Classic Poem

1

There is a charm in nature felt and seen
In every season of the varied year
In winters frost in springs reviving green
'Tis every where

2

In foreign lands how beautiful the sight
Over a thousand mountains of snow sprey
With nought of green — but mountains pale as light
And all the way

3

The springs green herbage full of flowers
And fields where lives the lark mid greener grain
We love and worship them in April hours
Then wish again

4

That spring with all her joys would longer last
But summer with young buds is left to cho[o]se
And brings once more in memory of the past
Flowers of all hues

5

Then autumn red and yellow quickly pass
Like broods of nestling birds upon the wing
Till all is gone and nothing but the grass
Remembers spring

6

The wind the shower, the drapery of the sky
When day cools over meadows into dun
And clouds in gold and crimson glories lie
In set of sun

7

A globe of fire and as a table round
Then wastes to half still shutting out the day
Till the curved rim drops quickly in the ground
And all is gray