[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE BLESSINGS OF TODAY

The fields of corn are peaceful 'neath the burning August sun;The languid rivers placid as their gentle course they run;The loitering bees, the swallows drifting through the drowsy air,Give not a hint of browning leaves nor winter's crystal glare!

But when the frost of autumn, with subtle, creeping chill,Nips flower and leaf, exiles the bird, congeals the laughing rill,We often quite forget that smiling summer once was nigh,That sea and mountain, forest, fen, within her lap did lie.

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