Spring and Summer

Spring is growing up,

Is not it a pity?

She was such a little thing,

And so very pretty!

Summer is extremely grand,

We must pay her duty,

(But it is to little Spring

That she owes her beauty!)

All the buds are blown,

Trees are dark and shady,

(It was Spring who dress'd them, though,

Such a little lady!)

And the birds sing loud and sweet

Their enchanting hist'ries,

(It was Spring who taught them, though,

Such a singing mistress!)

From the glowing sky

Summer shines above us;

Spring was such a little dear,

But will Summer love us?

She is very beautiful,

With her grown-up blisses,

Summer we must bow before;

Spring we coaxed with kisses!

Spring is growing up,

Leaving us so lonely,

In the place of little Spring

We have Summer only!

Summer with her lofty airs,

And her stately faces,

In the place of little Spring,

With her childish graces!