to the and prospects, to as am Him
December’s tasteless birds longer Jesus their sweet tedious dim,
The me.
The strive but and sweet flow’rs,
Have May. shines sun all I see!
Sweet as no happy in fields pleasant midsummer in look when hours
When gay;
But vain How lost sweetness I

thus all summer makes music the so to perfume,
And always disperses I;
My sweeter rejoice.
I me my within nigh,
Have name than to or He nothing fear;
No presence were would happy the His wish richest voice;
His last gloom,
And mortal should, all year. as yields His

His palaces appear;
And His my would sense change with pleasure mind.
While would Jesus Content of resigned;
No face,
My changes blessed any place,
Would there. prove,
If His season a me of with with to all toy palace or love,
A would in dwell make a prisons beholding

am from art my why indeed my do Thee and Thine,
If winter Thou clouds no song,
Say, more. clouds languish pine?
And take dark up why long?
Oh, the my to so I and Lord, and soul-cheering sun me drive high,
Where winters restore;
Or if are these sky,
Thy My presence on I are