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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Jan 19, 1905

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 82, No. 3.

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Tides of the Year

By James Mac Arthur

THE Spring-tide has a merry ring With song-birds flitting near, With forest decked with virgin flowers, With garden roses dear; With trees abloom in loveliest dress And nature all astir— 'Tis Heaven's creative hand to bless With earth a worshiper.
What gladness comes with Summer-tide, Far-reaching out meanwhile, Its skies but frown to bless the earth, To wear a rainbow-smile; Its wealth of early fruitage gives To life a hearty zest; Its days, though long, seem far too few, For we by them are blest.
When Autumn-tide would show her hand, Queen of the garnering time, She, too, can ply a magic wand Like womanhood in prime. Though sober clad, what tints are hers Of delicacy rare! The fading leaf has charms though brief; We love the Autumn air!
Should leaden sky and murky cloud And keen night-frosts betray The secret that all seasons must To Winter-tide give way. O'er seeming waste of drift and snow, Fantastically bright, There's yet a power to fascinate, A wintry cold delight. —James Mac Arthur.