From sparkling frost to deepest snow;
We whisper when the wild winds blow.
Subtle a sweetness witnessed in sun;
And ripples on the stream gaily run.
These thoughts are seeds that rise to action;
To ease our hearts of woe impassioned.
At length, the hidden moon in clouds arose;
For each succeeding day now longer grows
On fields in leagues of beauty spread;
When twilight clad in sable red.
We wallow in joy both day and night;
The season’s a vision of pure delight.
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