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XV. IN DAYS OF JUNE.
In days of June the summer skies
In arching glory o'er us rise,
And perfect cloudless beauty wear;
The breezes richest odours bear,
And flowers exhale themselves in sighs.
In arching glory o'er us rise,
And perfect cloudless beauty wear;
The breezes richest odours bear,
And flowers exhale themselves in sighs.
A golden splendour richly dyes
The earth in hues of Paradise,
And glowing tints divinely fair,
In days of June!
The earth in hues of Paradise,
And glowing tints divinely fair,
In days of June!
Come, friend, let Nature make us wise;
Withdraw from books your weary eyes;
Let us to woods and fields repair,
And drink the sunshine, breathe the air,
And muse in meditative guise,
In days of June!
Withdraw from books your weary eyes;
Let us to woods and fields repair,
And drink the sunshine, breathe the air,
And muse in meditative guise,
In days of June!
Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||