Come to me when the earth is fair

Come to me when the earth is fair

With all the freshness of the spring,

When life fills all the liquid air,

And when the woods with music ring;

When all the wakening flowers rejoice,

And birds remind me of your voice.

Come to me when the summer's heat

Is strong the breeze of spring to kill;

When gardens with perfume are sweet,

And when the languid noon is still;

Come when the opened buds disclose

The glory of the full-blown rose.

Come to me when the summer fades,

When all the rose's sweets are dead,

When autumn robes the saddening glades,

When purple heather turns to red;

Come to me when the wrinkled leaf

Falls like the tear of constant grief.

Come chiefly when all warmth is lost,

When autumn to stern winter yields;

Come when the bitter edge of frost

Shrouds all the verdure of the fields;

Come when all else is dark and drear,

Thy presence then is doubly dear.