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Nature: Nature’s Changes
The springtime’s pallid landscapeWill glow like bright bouquet,Though drifted deep in parianThe village lies to-day.
The lilacs, bending many a year,With purple load will hang;The bees will not forget the tuneTheir old forefathers sang.
The rose will redden in the bog,The aster on the hillHer everlasting fashion set,And covenant gentians frill,
Till summer folds her miracleAs women do their gown,Or priests adjust the symbolsWhen sacrament is done.