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| January, First Month | February, Second Month |
| Walk now among the forest trees -- Saidst thou that they were stript and bare? Each heavy bough is bending down With snowy leaves and flowers-- the crown Which Winter regally doth wear. | The sun peeps through the window-pane, Which children mark with laughing eye, And in the wet street steal again, To tell each other Spring is nigh. |
| March, Third Month | April, Fourth Month |
| The little brooks run on in light, As if they had a chace of mirth; The skies are blue, the air is warm, Our very hearts have caught the charm That sheds a beauty over earth. |
The primrose bud, spring's early pledge. Sprouts 'neath each woodland tree, And rivlets under every hedge Prepare a seat for thee. |
| May, Fifth Month | June, Sixth Month |
| The trees still deepen in their bloom, Grass greens the meadow lands, And flowers with every morning come, As dropt by fairy hands. | The season now is all delight, Sweet smile the passing hours, And summers's pleasures, at their height, Are sweet as are her flowers. |
| July, Seventh Month | August, Eighth Month |
| While waking birds betake to flight From off each roosting bough, While nature's locks are wet with night, How sweet to wander now! |
When noon is in the flaming sky, Seek me some shadowy, silent wood; Recline upon a mossy knoll, Cast care aside, and yield the soul To that luxurious quietude. |
| September, Ninth Month | October, Tenth Month |
| The maid afield now leaves the farm, With dinner basket on her arm, Loitering unseen in narrow lane, To be o'ertook by following swain. |
Arise, thou child of nature, rise! Arouse thy slumbering spirit now! The Autumn sheaves are on the hill, And solemn are the woods and still, With clustering fruits on every bough. |
| November, Eleventh Month | December, Twelfth Month |
| There's not a flower upon the hill, There's not a leaf upon the tree; The summer-bird hath left its bough, Bright child of sunshine, singing now In spicy lands beyond the sea. | Around the flowing hearth at night, The harmless laugh and winter tale Go round, while parting friends delight To toast each o'er their ale. |
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