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| by Mary Wacaster & Tom Wacaster, Jr. |
These two verses were
written as thought and answer.
Tom Wacaster, Jr.
The year drags on,
the Summer flies.
The darker Winter
steals the skies.
It seems the life
we have so known,
Has swiftly passed
and now is gone.
But hope holds fast
within my breast.
Nature, it seems,
must pause to rest.
And even as I sleep
to feel refreshed,
So Spring soon
wakes with its warm breath.
Mary Wacaster.
Seasons and Seasons
soon pass us by
Until Life's winter
has drawn nigh,
Life's hoary frost
covers our head
And we draw the
cover upon Life's bed.
For the life we
have so long known,
Has swiftly passed
and will soon be gone.
But the hope that
lay within the breast,
Left behind,
springs eternal in our rest.
So Nature, refreshing
in her love, esteems
All of our seasons,
and all of our dreams.
