Quotes by Mary Pyper
I came at morn-'twas spring, I smiled, The fields with green were clad; I walked abroad at noon, and lo! 'Twas summer,-I was glad; I sate me down; 'twas autumn eve, And I with sadness wept; I laid me down at night, and then 'Twas winter, -and I slept.— filed under Epitaph