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Spring,
summer, and
autumn are celebrated in turn, the autumn garnering
The bearded grain in sheaves upon the wold,
Like armored sentinels in coats of gold.
While
Through heaven's blue sea soft clouds of billowy fleece
Float calmly onward to the port of peace.
The sinking of the
Maine, which stirred the whole country, finds response in ‘War's Bugle Call’:—
Shall sons of freedom falter?
Shall coward footsteps lag?
Vile insult has been offered
Our country's honored flag.
March on!
our country's heroes!
War's bugle call will cease
When stainless floats our banner
In golden light of peace.
Christmas and Easter are occasions of joy, one the joy of mortal life, the other of immortal—
Ho for the merry Christmas tide!
Replete with warmth and cheer;
Old Santa Claus, that jolly elf,
Is swiftly drawing near.
Then roll the Yule-log to the hearth,
And light the fires aglow,
With holly deck the festal board,
Hang up the mistletoe.
Unveil thy blushing face!
Awake, glad Easter day!
An angel from the sepulchre
Hath rolled the stone away.
