IN JUNE

IN JUNE

SOME glad thing comes to meAlways in June,Some new joy gladly setTo a sweet tune.Is it that earth so thrillsWith bud and bloom,That the sad heart of lifeLets go its gloom?Some dear long absent faceAnswers some prayers,Or may be just a tokenThat some one cares.Some glad thing hidden longIn some old room,Says, "Let us go to her,For it is June."Why cheat her any more,For we are hers,Unlock the dusty door,My being stirs"With longing to beholdA human face,And with a touch of joyAdd some new grace."Far back in earth's grey dawn,Before God's wordsHad crystalized in suns,Or stars had heardThat clear creative call,"Let there be lightOn all My works below,For day and night"—When first earth's wrinkled faceSaw the white moonGleam on unfinished work,There was no June,—But as the thoughts of GodShewed perfect spheres,We think He called up JuneTo gem the years!When we are inward drawnTo God's dear heart,And the white silence fallsAs we depart,And the new air seems filledWith some rare tune,How sweet our last earth-lookIf it were June!

SOME glad thing comes to meAlways in June,Some new joy gladly setTo a sweet tune.Is it that earth so thrillsWith bud and bloom,That the sad heart of lifeLets go its gloom?Some dear long absent faceAnswers some prayers,Or may be just a tokenThat some one cares.Some glad thing hidden longIn some old room,Says, "Let us go to her,For it is June."Why cheat her any more,For we are hers,Unlock the dusty door,My being stirs"With longing to beholdA human face,And with a touch of joyAdd some new grace."Far back in earth's grey dawn,Before God's wordsHad crystalized in suns,Or stars had heardThat clear creative call,"Let there be lightOn all My works below,For day and night"—When first earth's wrinkled faceSaw the white moonGleam on unfinished work,There was no June,—But as the thoughts of GodShewed perfect spheres,We think He called up JuneTo gem the years!When we are inward drawnTo God's dear heart,And the white silence fallsAs we depart,And the new air seems filledWith some rare tune,How sweet our last earth-lookIf it were June!

SOME glad thing comes to meAlways in June,Some new joy gladly setTo a sweet tune.

SOME glad thing comes to me

Always in June,

Some new joy gladly set

To a sweet tune.

Is it that earth so thrillsWith bud and bloom,That the sad heart of lifeLets go its gloom?

Is it that earth so thrills

With bud and bloom,

That the sad heart of life

Lets go its gloom?

Some dear long absent faceAnswers some prayers,Or may be just a tokenThat some one cares.

Some dear long absent face

Answers some prayers,

Or may be just a token

That some one cares.

Some glad thing hidden longIn some old room,Says, "Let us go to her,For it is June.

Some glad thing hidden long

In some old room,

Says, "Let us go to her,

For it is June.

"Why cheat her any more,For we are hers,Unlock the dusty door,My being stirs

"Why cheat her any more,

For we are hers,

Unlock the dusty door,

My being stirs

"With longing to beholdA human face,And with a touch of joyAdd some new grace."

"With longing to behold

A human face,

And with a touch of joy

Add some new grace."

Far back in earth's grey dawn,Before God's wordsHad crystalized in suns,Or stars had heard

Far back in earth's grey dawn,

Before God's words

Had crystalized in suns,

Or stars had heard

That clear creative call,"Let there be lightOn all My works below,For day and night"—

That clear creative call,

"Let there be light

On all My works below,

For day and night"—

When first earth's wrinkled faceSaw the white moonGleam on unfinished work,There was no June,—

When first earth's wrinkled face

Saw the white moon

Gleam on unfinished work,

There was no June,—

But as the thoughts of GodShewed perfect spheres,We think He called up JuneTo gem the years!

But as the thoughts of God

Shewed perfect spheres,

We think He called up June

To gem the years!

When we are inward drawnTo God's dear heart,And the white silence fallsAs we depart,

When we are inward drawn

To God's dear heart,

And the white silence falls

As we depart,

And the new air seems filledWith some rare tune,How sweet our last earth-lookIf it were June!

And the new air seems filled

With some rare tune,

How sweet our last earth-look

If it were June!


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