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Summer fading, winter comes -- / Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, / Window robins, winter rooks, / And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone / Nurse and I can walk upon; / Still we find the flowing brooks / In the picture story-books.
All the pretty things put by / Wait upon the childrens' eye, / Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, / In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are, / Seas and cities, near and far, / And the flying fairies' looks, / In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise, / Happy chimney-corner days, / Sitting safe in nursery nooks, / Reading picture story-books?