Spring is strong and virtuous, Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous, Quickening underneath the mould Grains beyond the price of gold. So deep and large her bounties are, That one broad, long midsummer day Shall to the planet overpay The ravage of a year of war. Ralph Waldo Emerson No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face.
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