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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=582715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Makes The Summer?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=582715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is not the lark's clear tone<br>Cleaving the morning air with a soaring cry,<br>Nor the nightingale's dulcet melody all the balmy night--<br>Not these alone<br>Make the sweet sounds of summer;<br>But the drone of beetle and bee, the murmurous hum of the fly<br>And the chirp of the cricket hidden out of sight--<br>These help to make the summer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=582715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not roses redly blown,<br>Nor golden lilies, lighting the dusky meads,<br>Nor proud imperial pansies, nor queen-cups quaint and rare--<br>Not these alone<br>Make the sweet sights of summer<br>But the countless forest leaves, the myriad wayside weeds<br>And slender grasses, springing up everywhere--<br>These help to make the summer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=582715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One heaven bends above;<br>The lowliest head ofttimes has sweetest rest;<br>O'er song-bird in the pine, and bee in the ivy low,<br>Is the same love, it is all God's summer;<br>Well pleased is He if we patiently do our best,<br>So hum little bee, and low green grasses grow,<br>You help to make the summer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Marietta+Holley">Marietta Holley</a></strong></div>