The Seasons of Love.

The spring-time of love         Is both happy and gay,     For joy sprinkles blossoms         And balm in our way;     The sky, earth, and ocean,         In beauty repose,     And all the bright future         Is COLEUR DE ROSE.     The summer of love         Is the bloom of the heart,     When hill, grove, and valley,         Their music impart;     And the pure glow of heaven         Is seen in fond eyes,     As lakes show the rainbow         That's hung in the skies.     The autumn of love         Is the season of cheer--     Life's mild Indian summer,         The smile of the year!     Which comes when the golden         Ripe harvest is stored,     And yields its own blessings--         Repose and reward.     The winter of love         Is the beam that we win     While the storm scowls without,         From the sunshine within.     Love's reign is eternal--         The heart is his throne,     And he has all seasons         Of life for his own.