At the neighboring houses
Up and down our street
Golden transports haunt again,
And the sound of school-bound feet.
Pleasant summer over
And most of summer's flowers,
Gather your books, strap on your packs,
A year of study lowers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Soon the leaves will fall!
When God's Word lights your pathway,
There's something bright in all.
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