The Night is mother of the Day,
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)
A Dream of Summer, stanza 4
The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling.
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)
A Dream of Summer, stanza 4
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