The Seasons
By Anne Wales Abbot
Annotations by Abby Army/JB
First Child. I love the Spring, when first the leaves and flowers Peep from the ground, And the rain falls with its refreshing showers And rushing sound. Ah, then how gayly, gladly pass the hours That Spring has crowned! I love the first soft airs that, gently blowing, Break Nature’s sleep; And the free streamlet from the hillside flowing, So full and deep; And velvet carpet of the green grass, growing On plain and steep.
Second Child. Give me glad Summer, for the Spring is chilling With its fresh gales; But the warm breath of Summer, ever filling With joy the dales, Comes, and to my heart, attuned and willing, Tells its sweet tales. Yes! give me Summer; for the earth is ringing With glad delight; And lovely flowers in every field are springing, Than Spring’s more bright; And the sweet warblers of the grove are singing From morn till night.
Third Child. The Autumn, with its wealth of fruits abounding, I love the best: The harvest-home is merrily resounding; And gay the jest Of the good farmers, when, the board surrounding They take their rest. Then wears the sky a deeper tinge, and brighter The sunset’s hues, And the full moon makes night than day seem lighter, And gleam the dews, Till the white frost locks all in keeping tighter,— His reign renews.
Fourth Child. Mine be the Winter, with its dazzling glory Of drifted snow; And the old trees, that bow their heads so hoary To winds that blow: Then, then I hear the ghost or wizard story By firelight glow. The pure, clear air, that whistles through the valley, To me is dear: I let its breezes with my garments dally, Nor danger fear, When forth into the storm I boldly sally With hearty cheer. Mother. All have their joys,—the Spring, that brings the roses Among its train; The Summer fair, that thousand sweets discloses On hill and plain; Then the ripe Autumn, with its well-filled closes Waving with grain. Last, Winter comes, and, round the fireside bending, We feel no cold. Then from our full hearts let us ever, sending Forth praise untold, Thank the grad God, and pray that we, ascending, May reach his fold.
Abbot, anne wales. “The Seasons.” The Child’s Friend and Family Magazine 26 (January 1856): 276-78.
Contexts
Abbot (or Abbott) was an author, board and card game designer, and the editor of The Child’s Friend from 1851 to 1858. Slantwise Moves: Games, Literature, and Social Invention in Nineteenth-Century America by Douglas A. Guerra briefly discusses Abbot’s popular 1843 card game The Improved and Illustrated Game of Dr. Busby: “This card game, invented by a thirty-four-year-old Salem woman affectionately (if somewhat patronizingly to modern ears) remembered as “Miss Annie Abbot,”…would remain a part of the American gaming vernacular for the next century. Their version alone—and there would be many imitators by the latter quarter of the nineteenth century—sold more than one hundred fifty thousand copies during the same period when…John Punchard Jewett was stunning the country by selling roughly three hundred thousand copies of Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin” (p. 162).
Definitions from Oxford English Dictionary:
dally: To spend time idly or frivolously; to linger, loiter; to delay.
hoary: Having white or grey hair, grey-haired; Ancient; venerable from age, time-honoured.
sally: A going forth, setting out, excursion, expedition (of one or more persons).
Resources for Further Study
- Abbot’s published works are available through the Penn Libraries Online Books page.