The Five Seasons
In this autumn of our season how the gold and silver vie
in heart-warming brilliant colour, precious as the days gone by,
though our spring and summer's ended and we walk in given grace,
each seasons owns its treasure, and reveals its hidden place.
A sure and certain promise, dulls what wintertime portends,
There will be another season, and this one’s without end.
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