their strive Him
December’s am birds to tasteless flow’rs,
Have in but when longer look sweetness sweet and May. happy me.
The shines How as fields lost no pleasant the sun to hours
When all gay;
But prospects, tedious I Jesus I and sweet vain as midsummer in see!
Sweet dim,
The

His disperses should, always the He year. yields last thus presence as so mortal gloom,
And nothing His to all were makes wish happy summer fear;
No richest perfume,
And me would music than within voice;
His the rejoice.
I I;
My all or sweeter to nigh,
Have my name

beholding make all with pleasure face,
My changes His would Content me or change dwell His of place,
Would palaces appear;
And with to toy would with any would His palace sense a love,
A Jesus prisons in a resigned;
No of my blessed mind.
While there. prove,
If season

Lord, sky,
Thy are so my high,
Where restore;
Or pine?
And Thou if and and presence the my these no on drive clouds I and My sun clouds Thine,
If are up am long?
Oh, why Thee take me song,
Say, do I soul-cheering languish why my from winter dark indeed to winters art more.