Show CHANGE by DOUGLAS MALLOCH B wo we know the spring Is here we ind the summer all about and then the first faint frosts appear and summers skies are arc blotted out before wo we note the falling leaves the leaves aro are covered by tile the snow yes nil all the things the earth receives As swiftly COMO come as swiftly go so suddenly the seasons pass not even winter lingers long ions the hills again are green with grass the skies again are arc filled with song and so it la Is with joy and grief for grief and joy are always strange tho the bursting bud the falling leaf so quickly do the seasons change we find some comfort even in this we know how fragile joy can be and wise with sorrow borrow when wo we kiss lVer perhaps haps we kiss more tenderly lovo love better and live better too and grieve perhaps with greater hope from having seen the gray grow blue the grata grass returning to tn the slope a 0 1111 1911 douglad mai mailoch joch service |