Poems (Dodd)/June

by Mary Ann Hammer Dodd

For works with similar titles, see June.

JUNE.

  I sing thy beauties now,Month of the golden morn and dewy noon,For fairest of the sister-three art thou,  O lovely, smiling June!

  How gay this world of ours,When thou dost all around rich roses fling,And to the hill-side, and the garden bowers,  Bloom in profusion bring.

  Now is the time for hope;Now should the poet's dial, tell the hours,Which marks the moments by the buds that ope,  Or folding of the flowers.

  For those who seek her love,Nature holds court in a gay-decked saloon,Where the rich tapestry is all inwove  With leaves and flowers of June.

  Sweet doth the music comeFrom zephyr's harp, in the green branches stirred,The lay of glancing streams, and insect hum,  And song of summer bird.

  The morning sunlight shines,Robing in golden mist the laughing stream;Shedding a glory where the red rose twines,  And many dew-drops gleam.

  The moonbeams, pale and mild,Look down upon the buds that folded sleep,Like the young mother watching o'er her child,  With love so pure and deep.

  Thy joyous presence lendsTo every heart that droops, a cheering boon;Oh, blessed be the bounteous hand, which sends  The leaves and flowers of June.