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the seasons.
The girl a bashful maiden grown, her happy school days o'er,
Displays the soft and snowy brow, and golden locks of yore.
All love, all joy, she wavers twixt the woman and the girl,
Whilst blushes radiant as her hopes flit o'er her cheek of pearl.
To-morrow and the orange bloom shall wreathe her graceful head,
To-morrow sees her as a bride before the altar led.
What pare affections has she given to him, her partner, guide,
How confidently shall she tread life's journey by his side!
She gazes on the future too, and, through the brilliant haze,
Sees but a path of thornless flowers, and long, long golden days.
Amidst a gay and youthful band, now see our friends of yore
Leave the broad shadow of green boughs, and gain the cottage door,
Whence issue sounds of happiness in silvery laughter light,
Oh guileless inexperienced youth thy season's glad and bright;
But he of hourglass, and of scythe, and never-resting wing,
Leads on from youth, and summer bowers, quick as from childhood's spring.
Displays the soft and snowy brow, and golden locks of yore.
All love, all joy, she wavers twixt the woman and the girl,
Whilst blushes radiant as her hopes flit o'er her cheek of pearl.
To-morrow and the orange bloom shall wreathe her graceful head,
To-morrow sees her as a bride before the altar led.
What pare affections has she given to him, her partner, guide,
How confidently shall she tread life's journey by his side!
She gazes on the future too, and, through the brilliant haze,
Sees but a path of thornless flowers, and long, long golden days.
Amidst a gay and youthful band, now see our friends of yore
Leave the broad shadow of green boughs, and gain the cottage door,
Whence issue sounds of happiness in silvery laughter light,
Oh guileless inexperienced youth thy season's glad and bright;
But he of hourglass, and of scythe, and never-resting wing,
Leads on from youth, and summer bowers, quick as from childhood's spring.
