LIFE is like a summer morning, When the skies are blue and bright; We have known no touch of sorrow Through the same green fields we wander, With the same dear eyes to watch us, B We are happy, we are happy, SPRING BLOSSOMS. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by S. GLOVER. Beautiful, beautiful blossoms of spring, Beautiful buds that in meekness appear, SUMMER ROSES. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by S. GLOVER. They are gath'ring summer roses, For the sunshine is but fleeting, Yet I take the flowers they bring me, They are gath'ring summer roses; AUTUMN FRUITS. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by S. GLOVER. Come buy my fruit, ripe autumn fruit, While autumn's bounteous store supplies Here apples smile whose rosy cheeks And blushing peaches seem to court The lips for which they're made. Ah! wherefore mourn the buds of spring, When autumn trees yield spoils like these? Come, buy my fruit, ripe autumn fruit: I've plums that seem of velvet made, |