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Clear Skies and Cloudy. 



summer's best efforts seem crude and merely 

 gaudy, never grand. 



Frost is crowned king when autumn wears 

 away, and then the poetry of his early efforts, 

 when a petty prince, gives place to sturdy 

 building that defies the jealous sun. Even the 



river yields to his command, and we have an 

 after-taste of the time when arctic conditions 

 prevailed and men who wandered in this river 

 valley were held back by a mighty glacier. 

 Long ago, but not all trace of it has vanished. 



