Season of snows, and season of flowers,
Seasons of loss and gain! -
Since grief and joy must alike be ours,
Why do we still complain?
Ever our failing, from sun to sun,
O my intolerent brother: -
We want just a little too little of one,
And much too much of the other.
The Plaint Human
James Whitcomb Riley
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