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Title: All Round the Year
Author: Edith Nesbit
Saretta Nesbit (AKA Caris Brooke)
Illustrator: Hugh Bellingham-Smith
Release Date: January 20, 2007 [EBook #20404]
Language: English
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[Illustrated text:
ALL ROUND
THE YEAR]
[Illustration]
[Illustrated text:
ALL ROUND
THE YEAR
By
E. NESBIT
and
CARIS BROOKE.
Drawings by
H. BELLINGHAM SMITH
and others.
LONDON: von PORTHEIM & Co.
Paternoster Row E.C.
Printed in Germany]
All round the year the changing suns and rains
Beat on men's work--to wreck and to decay--
But nature builds more perfectly than they,
Her changing unchanged sea resists, remains.
All round the year new flowers spring up to shew
How gloriously life is more strong than death;
And in our hearts are seeds of love and faith,
Ah, sun and showers, be kind, and let them grow.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
RESURGAM.
Swift pass the hours, or lengthened by our hearts
Uncertain measurement of time,
And when we dream the year has just awoke,
We wake to find her in her prime.
We sadden with the dying Autumn leaves,
Yet falling seeds their promise bring;
Through long dark Winter days we only wait
A resurrection in the coming Spring.
Within each hour the precious minutes lie
Like seeds awaiting Spring's first breath,
God's harvest-time shall show us if they bear
The flowers of life or death.
_Caris Brooke._
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Cold is the earth, the flowers below,
Fearful of Winter's hand, lie curled;
But Spring will come again you know,
And glorify
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