POLITELY .

A JUNE DAY.
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From "the Forest MINSTREL" by William and


Mary Howitt.
O hast thou ever wished to know
when most this varying world below
lslikc the changeless heaven above,
in beauty, pleasure, peace and love-
Haste then, in summers youthful noon,
The green, the Joyous month OF June,
Far from the sultry stieeted town,
And lay thee in the evening down.
Ia some sweet hmnlet's white valid cot,
Round which the pear and apricot
Pwine their green arms, and sparrows watch
Prom their snug pccpholcs i'll the thatch;
And the light lattic'd porch cmbower,
The crceper and the passion flower.


The morning bursts--all heaven has shed
lis light and music round thy bed;
The birds are busy in the caves,
The sunlight dances on the leaves,
That tremble round the windows rim,
Aud to and fro the shadows skim
Of busy wings without, that ply
In quest Of larva, worm, or fly.
Throw now the summer easement wide,
IN flows the warm and odorous tide
From dew-bcsprinkPd shrub and flower,
That blossoms round the sylvan bower.


But o thou world of light and glcc,
What soul can ever picture thcet
As strays the fond enthusiast eye
Round the green earth and flaming sky,
From every meadow, bush, and tree,
Sings mornings loudest melody.
liark to the cuckoo's wand'ring notes!
iiark to the lark, whose music floats
Through the wide air in strains that tell,
This is a world where gods might dwell.
The dew yet fingers on the grass,
As down the long green lane you pass
Where DER the hawthorns snowy wrcaths,
The woodbine's honed perfume breathcsi
And the wild roses arching spray
Flaunts to the breeze above your way.
What palace proud-what city hall,
Can match these yerdant boughs that tall,
Naulting o'er banks of flowers, that glow
In hues Of crimson, gold, and snow
When, midst the wild-brier's emerald leaves
Her gauzelikc nest the white throat weavcs
What sense of joy hath ever stole
From song, or harp, into thy soul,
Like this, from young bird, all unseen.
Chipping among the foliage green
Or new to life, on wings untiied,


.lutterng from bushes by your side;
Or gazing at you unconccrn'd,


Their foes, their perils yet unlearncd;
With yellow bills, and plumagc fair,


And down that trembles to the air.


The gale has woke, and like a soul,


Sent life and beauty through the whole.
One living, restless radiance CLEANS.


From quvcring trees, and flowers, and strca
Mark how its bright and svcry sheen,


Gilds the tall grass; and comiields greeni
Wave after wave, the cleaning tide


Oflight sweeps DER thcirsurface wide;


And the quick, dancing splendour plays,


As o'cr the sea, the summers blaze.