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Poems (Howard)/June

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4530849Poems — JuneHattie Howard
June.
The melody woke by the Spring's fairy fingers
      In every tree,
Like sweet voices heard in some happy dream lingers
      In memory.

All Nature is joyous to greet the fair comer;
      Like falling rain
A voice floats from Heaven proclaiming that Summer
      Is here again.

Busy bees in the sweet blossom bells now are swinging,
      And everywhere
The buds and leaves bend to their low drowsy singing,
      In the still air.

'T were joy thus to live 'mid abundance of flowers,
      From day to day;
In sunshine and gladness, till Life's golden hours
      Shall pass away.

And joy, when the noon of its beautiful summer
      Wanes to the fall.
If peace shall illumine the path of that Comer,
      Who comes to all.