We love Natu Our regard for her, with her sweet and ing moods, undying, and our love such that it is beyond the art of man to quench, the promise of Spring is one great message of Hope. The fragrant breath of Summer whispers " Paradise," the mellow touch of Autumn's band ripens recollection; and crisp, biting Winter brings merry, ringing laughter and rosy cheeks.
But of all, Summer is most dear.
was in Summer that Tennyson found Rose, the gardener's daughter, Standing in a porch of roses," We had not heard of
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