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Poem January 29, 1841

Burlington Free Press

Burlington, Chittenden County, Vermont

What is this article about?

A didactic poem attributed to a German writer from about 150 years ago, describing the natural gifts of each season—flowers from Spring, hay and corn from Summer, fruit and wine from Autumn, ice and snow from Winter—and extolling them as annual blessings from Providence and Time.

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THE SEASONS.

(Written by a German, about 150 years ago.)

In fair Spring's fresh budding hours
What adorns our garden-bowers?
Little flowers.

When departing Spring we mourn.
What is shed from Summer's horn?
Hay and corn.

What is Autumn's bounteous sign,
Mark of Providence divine?
Fruit and wine.

When old Winter, hobbling slow,
Comes, what do we gain, d'ye know?
Ice and snow.

Hay and corn, and little flowers,
Ice, snow, fruit and wine are ours,
Given to us ev'ry year,
By Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
As they each in turn appear.

Spring gives treasure, Summer pleasure,
Autumn gladdens, Winter saddens;
Spring revives, Summer thrives,
Autumn pleases, Winter freezes.

Therefore, friends, we all have reason
To extol each coming season,
Spring and Summer, Autumn, Winter.

Honour, counsel deeds sublime,
Are the precious gifts of Time.

What sub-type of article is it?

Pastoral Song

What themes does it cover?

Nature Seasons Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Seasons Spring Flowers Summer Harvest Autumn Fruit Winter Snow Providence Time Gifts

What entities or persons were involved?

Written By A German, About 150 Years Ago.

Poem Details

Title

The Seasons.

Author

Written By A German, About 150 Years Ago.

Subject

The Seasons

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

In Fair Spring's Fresh Budding Hours What Adorns Our Garden Bowers? Little Flowers. Hay And Corn, And Little Flowers, Ice, Snow, Fruit And Wine Are Ours, Given To Us Ev'ry Year, By Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, As They Each In Turn Appear. Honour, Counsel Deeds Sublime, Are The Precious Gifts Of Time.

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