"The question, "Which is the happiest season of life,"
being referred to an aged man, he replied:
"When spring comes,
and in the soft air the buds are breaking on the trees,
and they are coved with blossoms,
I think, 'How beautiful is Spring!'
And when the summer comes,
and covers the trees with its heavy foliage,
and singing birds are among the branches,
I think, 'How beautiful is Summer!'
When autumn loads them with golden fruit,
and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost,
I think, 'How beautiful is Autumn!'
And when it is sere winter,
and there is neither foliage nor fruit,
then I look up through the leafless branches,
as I never could until now,
and see the stars shine."
/Unknown