RAIN ON THE MOWN GRASS
(He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass:
as showers that water the earth."—Ps. 72:6.)
as showers that water the earth."—Ps. 72:6.)
The sweet wild roses are nodding farewell
To the beautiful month of May,
While the wind-sprites waft on their sunlit-wings
The aroma of new-mown hay.
To the beautiful month of May,
While the wind-sprites waft on their sunlit-wings
The aroma of new-mown hay.
June, frolicking midst the orange groves
And palms of the southern clime,
Heard the voice of Summer among the pines
And hastened to be in time.
And palms of the southern clime,
Heard the voice of Summer among the pines
And hastened to be in time.
She came o'er the fields with a lightsome step,
The berries with gladness flushed,
While the roses greeting their virgin queen
A deeper crimson blushed.
The berries with gladness flushed,
While the roses greeting their virgin queen
A deeper crimson blushed.
The asphodel waves on the bare hill-slopes
And down by the crystal spring,
The birds from the alder's inviting shade
Their June-time carols sing.
And down by the crystal spring,
The birds from the alder's inviting shade
Their June-time carols sing.
The fishes are swimming lazily
O'er the sands of the pebbly brook,
While smiling June wreathes the wild grape-vine
O'er many a cozy nook.
O'er the sands of the pebbly brook,
While smiling June wreathes the wild grape-vine
O'er many a cozy nook.
But a change comes over her radiant face,
One sigh the Summer hears,
And the eyes of her fair young princess
Are overflowing with tears.
One sigh the Summer hears,
And the eyes of her fair young princess
Are overflowing with tears.
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