MAY TWENTY-NINTH

He gave us the horses and the carts,
And the great oxen in the stall,
The vineyard, and the forest range!

The Golden Legend

MAY THIRTIETH

Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes
In whose orbs a shadow lies
Like the dusk in evening skies!

Thou whose locks outshine the sun,
Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
As the braided streamlets run!

Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!

Maidenhood

MAY THIRTY-FIRST

O, thou child of many prayers!

Life hath quicksands,-Life hath snares!
Care and age come unawares!

Like the swell of some sweet tune,

Morning rises into noon,

May glides onward into June.

Maidenhood

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JUNE

JUNE FIRST

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F thou art worn and hard beset

With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,

If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep

Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills!- -No tears

Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

JUNE SECOND

Sunrise on the Hills

There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.
The Spirit of Poetry

JUNE THIRD

Therefore, at Pentecost, which brings
The Spring, clothed like a bride,
When nestling buds unfold their wings,
And bishop's-caps have golden rings,
Musing upon many things,

I sought the woodlands wide.

Prelude

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

JUNE FIFTH

In all places, then, and in all seasons,

Flowers

Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings,
Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons,
How akin they are to human things.

And with childlike, credulous affection
We behold their tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great resurrection,
Emblems of the bright and better land.

JUNE SIXTH

O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,

Not to be doing, but to be!

Flowers

JUNE SEVENTH

A Day of Sunshine

Through every fibre of my brain,
Through every nerve, through every vein,
I feel the electric thrill, the touch

Of life, that seems almost too much.

A Day of Sunshine

JUNE EIGHTH

I hear the wind

among the trees

Playing celestial symphonies;

I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

And over me unrolls on high

The splendid scenery of the sky,
Where through a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon.

A Day of Sunshine

JUNE NINTH

Bright rose the sun next day; and all the flowers of the garden

Bathed his shining feet with their tears, and anointed his tresses

With the delicious balm that they bore in their

vases of crystal.

Evangeline

JUNE TENTH

Pray in fortunate days, for life's most beautiful Fortune

Kneels down before the Eternal's throne; and, with hands interfolded,

Praises thankful and moved the only giver of blessings.