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Such a beautiful gift has this world been. Lovely the Springtime's / pink and white and green, and then the summer's richer, warmer glow, / followed by Autumn's tints -- and then the snow. Each season brings / such gifts for joyous hearts, there is no sorrow when the Spring / departs. And when late summer slowly drops her leaves, signals to / Autumn, there is none who grieves, knowing the beauty that will / softly fall upon the earth whene'er Jack Frost may call. And there / are books, dear child, such constant friends that serve with joy / until the journey ends. And friends more precious still than books / who give us clasp of hand and tender looks, tears for our sorrow, / laughter for our joy, the golden element in life's alloy. As I do / now, dear child, may you one day -- review the years that seem so far / away, and standing on Time's lichen-covered hill have cause to claim / that life is lovely still.