autumn frosty yellow large peaches moon with nuts gather crack fire before This is autumn. The summer has gone. The nights are frosty. The days are cool. The trees are red and yellow. The leaves are falling from the trees. Soon the snow will come. The moon is large in the sky. It looks like a great yellow ball. The stars shine brightly. I love to see the moon and the stars. {56} I love the large red apples. Have you apples in your garden? I love the peaches and the pears. I go with my father to the woods, and gather nuts. I will crack the nuts on the frosty nights, and eat them before the fire. God made the apples, and nuts, and peaches, and pears. I will thank God for his goodness. "Thou crownest the year with thy goodness."--_Psalms 65:11_. "The earth is full of the goodness of the Lord."--_Psalms 33:5_. "The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof."--_Psalms 24:1_. "The pastures are clothed with flocks: the valleys also are covered over with grain."--_Psalms 65:18_. {57}{58} [Illustration] WINTER "Leafless are the trees; their purple branches Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silent In the Red Sea of the winter sunset." --_Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_ "A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snowstorm told." --_John Greenleaf Whittier_ [End illustration] {59} winter play sleep cold frozen covers under lake fort It is winter. Summer and autumn have gone. The air is cold. The robins and the bluebirds have gone. The snow falls from the sky. The snow covers the hills and the woods and the fields. The flowers sleep under the snow in my garden. They will wake when it is spring. {60} The lake is frozen. I see the white snow in my garden. I love to play in the snow. I will make a fort of the white snow in my garden. I love the cold winter days. God gives us the winter days as well as the summer days. "He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes."--_Psalms 147:16_. {61}{62} [Illustration] THE SEA "Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkles on thine azure brow-- Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now." --_Lord Byron_ [End illustration] {63} Harold beach man sea-shore dug owns went sand sailing ships Harold went to the sea-shore. He went with his father and his mother. It was summer when he went. The days were long and bright. He played all day on the beach. He dug in the sand. He made hills in the sand. When he went to bed at night, he heard the sea. {64}