< The Ascent of Man
POEMS OF THE OPEN AIR.
"Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch."
S. T. Coleridge.
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