Next Spring
(from Lays and Lyrics: 1888)Their loveliness of life and leaf
At last the waving trees have shed;
The garden ground is sown with grief,
The gay chrysanthemum is dead.
But oh! remember this:
There must be birth and blossoming;
Nature will waken with a kiss
Next Spring!
Clement Scott
(1841-1904)
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