Sweetest hours

The sweetest hours that ever come 
Are those which thou dost bring
& sure the fairest flowers that bloom 
Are partners of the Spring

Ive heard in Autumns early reign 
Her first her gentlest song
Ive markd her change oer wood & plain
& wishd her reign were long

Ive met the Winters biting breath 
In Natures wild retreat
When Silence listens as in death
& thought its wildness sweet

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Image: Blooms from my wildflower meadow