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As nature gently puts away
Her sweetest shows—her Fall—her May.
Her sweetest shows—her Fall—her May.
"But 'tis not always strife or rest,
Not outward worst, or outward best,
Not north, south, east or west,
That wafts its seasons to the soul,
And leads it to the All-Good and Whole.
Not outward worst, or outward best,
Not north, south, east or west,
That wafts its seasons to the soul,
And leads it to the All-Good and Whole.
"Yon singing Pine's majestic crest
Looks now as when I saw it first;
Yet every beam and breath have nursed
Its constant bloom, and to the seer
'Tis other than it was last year."
Looks now as when I saw it first;
Yet every beam and breath have nursed
Its constant bloom, and to the seer
'Tis other than it was last year."
Filling her apron with her stock
Of herbs, she said, "The mallows and dock
Grow southward; a cleft of the rock
Shelters the blood-root; and fennel sweet
And winter-green you there will meet.
Of herbs, she said, "The mallows and dock
Grow southward; a cleft of the rock
Shelters the blood-root; and fennel sweet
And winter-green you there will meet.
