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And Spring hung down her head,
And her children, one by one,
Drooped, mingled with the dead;
And soon they all were gone.
And Spring did slowly wane,
Till one sun-glorious day
She yielded up her reign,
And vanished away.
And Summer then came forth,
A proud and happy mother;
Her children graced the earth,
Each fairer than the other.
She looked from out the sky
With eyes of laughing blue,
And the fervid sun on high
Smiled gaily earthward too.
She laid her hand on sea,
River, and brook, and lake,
And all flowed peacefully,
And scarce a wave did make.
She stripped the hoary hills
Of all their capes of snow,
And bade the mountain rills
Run singing as they go.
