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Rh On Jacob's noble ladder Descended from the sun. She reached our town of Every Day, Our dry and dusty sod&mdash; We prayed not, yet she brought to us The misty wine of God.


 * Sweetheart Autumn

The woods were black and crimson, The frost-bit flowers were dead, But Sweetheart Indian Summer came With love-winds round her head. While fruits God-given and splendid Belonged to her domain: Baskets of corn in perfect ear And grapes with purple stain, The treacherous winds persuaded her Spring Love was in the wood Altho' the end of love was hers&mdash; Fruition, Motherhood.
 * Sweetheart Winter

We had done naught of service To win our Maker's praise.