Poem by Francis Smith
COME to me in the days of a summer sky,
Come to me in the scent of an autumn fire,
Come to me in the sough of the winter wind,
And in springtime, come!
Come when blossoms deck the boughs,
Come when sunbright warms the vales,
Come when fledglings try their wings,
And with children, come!
Come to me in the shining of the sun,
Come to me in the drumming of the rain,
Come to me in the sifting of the snow,
And in fog, come!
Come, come to me;