"Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, 

 Whether the summer clothe the general earth 

 With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing 

 Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch 

 Of mossy apple-tree. ' ' 



COLERIDGE. 



1 ' To the attentive eye each moment of the year has its 

 own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, 

 a picture which was never seen before, and which shall 

 never be seen again." 



EMERSON. 



