The Spring hath its charms of flower and song,
Imparting to all a pleasure;
In Summer the days are bright and long,
The light of the sun its treasure.
Rich Autumn with fruit and corn is crown’d,
The orchards and fields adorning;
While Winter betows―with snow around―
The glew of a frosty morning.
It makes the dear children fresh and blithe,
Their delicate limbs it braces;
Their movements are active, brisk, and lithe,
And red as a rose their faces.
The sight―oh, how pleasant to behold
Is life in its gladsome dawning!
It gives to the hearts of even the old
The glow of a frosty morning.
O ye who are young, in all ye do,
In learning or work, be steady,
Whatever the path that ye pursue,
To serve and oblige, be ready;
At home and abroad, be frank and real,
Deception and falsehood scorning;
And ye in your breasts a glow will feel
More fresh than on frosty morning.
And ye, who the Saviour own as Lord,
Obey Him with joy and pleasure;
Look only to Him for your reward,
Who gives an o’erflowing measure;
His presence with you, oh, may ye know,
E’er heeding His words of warning;
And He in your hearts will shed a glow,
More pure than of frosty morning.