PS 3521 .176 W4 1911 < Copy 1 3LE THE CjLADYEAR **^.SfaS Samiuei JElisvyop'tk F^iser WHOLE GLAD YEAR THE WHOLE GLAD YEAR. B9 'Samuel ^\ arcn WHAT does it matter if winds blow chill. And the breath of Winter bedims the pane, If the blossom hides in the brown bud still, And the bare boughs dr the pelting rain ? You trust in me and to me you cling, And in my heart, dear, it is Spring. Though the fields are brown and ^ sky is gray. And the flowers sleep under las year's leaves, Though the sparrows sit through the sunless day, "AH ruffled-up, on the wind-swept eaves, You laugh, my litde one, and you sing, And in my heart, love, it is Spring i April w ^^t "WOW can the day be II dreary, ■ I How can the heart ^ M^ JLjf' be sad; How can^TC soul be weaiy When all the winds are glad — When every bud is leaping, Triumphant, from its bed; When March is spent and sleeping, And Summer *s just ahead? ii There 's joy among the flowers, There *s glee upon the hills ; There 's laughter in the showers J That swell the leaping rills ; There 's gladness in the hedges Where happy songsters wed, Exchanging loving pledges, With Summer just ahead. There *s joy in every cluster Of reeds upon the slope; Each morning puts new luster Upon the shield of hope! Why should a heart beat sadly. An eye look out with dread. When all the woods ring gladly And Summer 's just ahead ! I ay irav< iHAT does the lark in the meadow sing? Be glad;" What is the robin caroling? "Be glad;" What are the words that the breezes bring Over the hills, 2ind what is the thing That is sung by the rushes beside the spring? Listen — the song of the breeze and birds / Is a song of joy that has two Jfn words : "Be glad; What do the waves to the pebbles "Be glad;" What are the words of the thrush's lay? "Be glad;" Why is the thorn with its blossoms gay? - Why are the orchards a-blooni today? Why are the lambs in the fields at play? God is teaching the world again - To picture His lave and to say to taen m " Be glad." ''*^i. s&, J^ X, mhjy June ^ I ASONG is in the hermit's breast And glee is in the robin's b. lay ; The eggs are warm within the nest That friendly breezes lightly sway. The stream is singing through the glen And there is gladness in its tune ; The roses are in bloom again, The fields proclaim that it is June. By gentle winds the leaves are stirred Where honey from the clover drips; The maiden leans to hear the word iThat trembles on her lover's lips. he orchard shadows slowly shrink, The glorious year is at its noon; h, if there is a heaven, I think hat there it always will be June. V July LUSH banks of green, the pleasing scents That rise from tangled ferns and moss; The mandrakes in their leafy tents, The path with green boughs spread across; The murmur of the pebbly stream, And all the peaceful day to dream. The catbird's wail, the bobolink's Bold challenge from his cool retreat; The yielding turf which softly sinks Like splendid carpet 'neath our feetj A day to dream of by- and -by, And we in Eden — you and I. ^ August \ HE nest is empty on the bough, f The fledgling ventures I forth alone; Where blossoms lent their sweetness, ^^ now , AXvBBnrhe fruit they promised us is shown. W 1.1/ The grain that waved upon the slopes ^ ; Has ripened 'neath the smiling sun And brought fulfillment of our hopes — The season's harvesting is done. O'er all the scene contentment lies The earth is richly strewn wit sheaves; The deepest blue is in the skies, The sweetest rustle in the leaves And they alone sit murmuring, / Deprived of hope, to gladness dumB^ Who blindly failed to see in Spring The harvest time that was to com /. «l September UT beyond us Hope is call- ing To the strong and to the fearless; In the past a mist is falling On the valleys that were cheerless; Stretching from the splendid present There are pathways leading far To the hilltops where the pleasant Tints of early Autumn are. Out beyond us there is lying A year filled with fair tomorrows; In the silentgast are dying ^1 our little cast-off sorrows; In me distance there %re glowing Heights on which ploud banners fly; Armed as victors, we' are going, 'ft) ascend them, you and I. -4^ ^pJfc^HERE is a crispness in the %^1 j| That makes the timid cease w to fear, ^ y That challenges the brave to dare, And makes the doubter's duty clear; With well-won gains the vines are rich, And all the hillsides are ablaze With gorgeous tints and tinges which Lend beauty to October days. Upon the trees where blossoms spread Their fragrance when the days were long, The apples' cheeks are turning red; The lambs have grown sedate and strong ; Clear streams are tinkling blithely where The fretted banks were full in May; A sense of peace is everywhere, And weariness is far away. Soft robes of royal purple He Upon the distant lofty slopes, And every zephyr passing by "*" Singaff sweetly of rewarded hopes ; The fi^l^s are fairer for the loss Of wealth the granciries have won. And o'er the far-off town a cross Is gleaming golden in the sun. \ Noverri ^^^to^HE wind is howling througK ^g5;^^^ M^m ^ the streets, ^ 1^ I t The wails are shaken by r the storm; But tucked between the snowy sheets My little one is safe and warm. November's wrath is roused tonight; The storm king's hounds have slipped their chains And gallop forth with all their might, The rain is pelting on the panes; The ghost of Summer moans outside, And Aeolus in anger roars; God help the children who abide Where Want is crouching at the doors. The world is lashed as if because It were some guilty, shameful thing ; The bare limbs bend like giant claws ^^^ To rend the sod, and, hammering Against the walls with all his force. The storm king tarries for a space. Then rushes madly on his course To fret the earth and rend its face. Ah, let the wind howl through the streets, Let old November's worst be done. For tucked between the snowy sheets All safely lies my little one. '^ ... 'ecember /^l yERE with its c I k LiJ ^^'^ ends; I JW ■ I The fires upon the hearth iWA JL are bright; Again the star of promise sends Its message downward through the night. f^^ ^1^ Peace spreads her mantle o'er the scena , IP The tumult ceases for a space ; ^glW The world is resting and serene, And hope transfigures every face. The lambs are gathered in the fold Where dangers may not menace them; At Love's behest once more is told The story brought from Bethlehem. ^> yff'^'The days are brief, the shadows long, /^u The nights are white and strangely ypm still. \ 'if And all the world has one sweet song ^^ Whose sweeter chorus is Good Will. . ^ MAR 17 'i'^n Na^,A One copy del. to Cat. Div MAR 31 ^9^^ LJRARY OF CONGRESS 015 940 275 7 g