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JUNE.
Come with thy rose-wreaths, fair and laughing June!
Fling thy rich odors upon every gale;
Bid the blue waters wake their blithest tune,
And joy, and light, and melody prevail.
Thou hast a store of treasures, and with thee
We look for all things lovely: butterflies
Flit like winged jewels 'neath thy sunny skies,
And roam, with tones of music, bird and bee.
Thou art the loveliest of the sisters three—
Summer's most beauteous child! Oh, still delay,
Fairest of months! thy parting; fondly stay,
And pour thy radiant smiles on lake and lea:
Bear not from earth thy blessed gifts so soon;
Stay, stay thy flight, oh fair and laughing June!
