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Read the poem.

 

Four Seasons

   By Cecil Frances Alexander  

  The fields are rich with daffodils,  

  A coat of clover cloaks the hills,  

  And I must dance, and I must sing  

  To see the beauty of the spring.  

     

  The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,  

  It is a time of carefree days;  

  And bees abuzz that chance to pass  

  May see me snoozing in the grass.  

     

  The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,  

  A shower sprinkles softly down;  

  The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,  

  And once again I'm stuck in school.  

     

  The birds are gone, the world is white,  

  The winds are wild, they chill and bite;  

  The ground is thick with slush and sleet,  

  And I can barely feel my feet.  

     

  The last is done, the next is here,  

  The same as it is every year;  

  Spring -- then sunshine ' autumn ' snow,  

  That is how each year must go.  

Available at:   https://www.dltk-holidays.com/spring/poem/m-4seasons.htm , accessed January 2019.  

The Season that is mentioned in the 3   rd (third) verse is

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