A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION
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By The Editor.
WINTER TO SUMMER.
“I would not be so friendly with the sun;— Hot-headed fellow, prying everywhere! My flowers brightly bloom when he is gone, And sparkle in the clear and frosty air.”
SUMMER TO WINTER.
“Winter, I own your icy blossoms fair, But cold and white, unlike the rainbow hues That paint my flowers—and who would ever care For flowers less lasting than my morning dews?”