... WI vutt% w (ORIGINAL.) at THREE SEASONS. Blossoms and buds of that dead spring gone by, 2 Sweet summer days, and tranqui moonulght eves, Murmuring of autumn wavelets on the shore, Next year may bring all these again to us. All the three seasons may renew their bloom, aI Blossoms burst out In every woodland dell, March inallows rise like golden crowned stars, w A spring as fair may dawn again ...