Poem June 19, 1902 Issue

June

BY C. LOTHROP HIGGINS.

June , thou month of roses and fragrance sweet,
When nature's offerings on every side we greet,
O'er hill and dale, the wild flowers scattered free.
The violet blue and the lovely fleur-de-lis.

The song birds sing as only they can sing
Their joyous notes, sweet messengers of Spring.
The brook doth babble a refrain so low
One can hear its laughter rippling down below.

The balmy air, like zephyrs sighing low,
Softly whispers as through the woods we go;
The trees, too, bend their leafy boughs and say,
"Rest here a while in our shade and enjoy the day."

So we wander by the meadows and through the wood
Looking ever upward, knowing all is good.
Our grateful thought rises on wings of praise
For our many blessings these bright June days.

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