Madonna of the Goldfinch

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. When summer is ended and the trees have shed their leaves, and bitter winds sweep over the bare, dreary garden, one looks back wistfully to sthe sunny days gone by, when skies were blue and flowers made the earth gay with their beauty.