Poem by Joanna Baillie

The Season of Life

LONG gone, for ever gone! the joys of Spring;
And Summer's brighter objects, riper cares;
Now Autumn's lingering train are on the wing,
For me the yellow leaf all nature wears!

Yet Hope, benignant power! with cheering smile,
Still bids me tune the lyre, and wake the muse;
Illumes the wintry prospect for a while,
And dreams of springs, and summers past, renews. 

1. Song Written for a Welch Air Called
2. Hay-Making
3. Fee him, Father
4. It Fell on a Morning Whan We Were Thrang
5. On Reading Walter Scot’s

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