By HARRIET MABEL SPALDING.
We are looking for summer. Far over the hill,Do you catch the faint sound of her hurrying feet?Does the voice of her coming with melody thrill?Do you strive the first breath of her whispers to greet?She is coming. Bright garlands her pathway surround;Her fair hands are laden with blossoms of snow.Do you hear the soft sweep of her robe o’er the ground,As she speaks to the flowers to awaken and glow?Creep forth the small vines from the hedge and the wall,So shyly they meet the glad gaze of the sun;The brooklets sing low as they clamber and fall,And the brown hills new mantles resplendent have won.The spider a shimmering gossamer weavesIn the lap of the meadow, and lightly is thrownIts faint web of gold o’er the green of the leaves,While buds of ambrosia around us are blown.There’s a gem in each drop of the dew on the grass,The earth is awakened with carolings sweet;The daisies are flashing in stars where we pass,And the buttercups hide in the moss at our feet.The cowslips are changing from green into gold,On banks where the frosts of the winter have died;The violets are seeking their hues to unfold,And the red rose has flung its rich canopy wide.There is blue overhead: there is emerald below,A blending of hues in the pearl of the sky;While garlands of azure and blossoms of snowIn gardens of beauty and loveliness lie.She is here! she is here! the bonnie, bright June,Like words of rejoicing in moments of grief;Her song you may trace in the woodland’s glad tune,Her tear in the cloud and her smile in the leaf.
We are looking for summer. Far over the hill,Do you catch the faint sound of her hurrying feet?Does the voice of her coming with melody thrill?Do you strive the first breath of her whispers to greet?She is coming. Bright garlands her pathway surround;Her fair hands are laden with blossoms of snow.Do you hear the soft sweep of her robe o’er the ground,As she speaks to the flowers to awaken and glow?Creep forth the small vines from the hedge and the wall,So shyly they meet the glad gaze of the sun;The brooklets sing low as they clamber and fall,And the brown hills new mantles resplendent have won.The spider a shimmering gossamer weavesIn the lap of the meadow, and lightly is thrownIts faint web of gold o’er the green of the leaves,While buds of ambrosia around us are blown.There’s a gem in each drop of the dew on the grass,The earth is awakened with carolings sweet;The daisies are flashing in stars where we pass,And the buttercups hide in the moss at our feet.The cowslips are changing from green into gold,On banks where the frosts of the winter have died;The violets are seeking their hues to unfold,And the red rose has flung its rich canopy wide.There is blue overhead: there is emerald below,A blending of hues in the pearl of the sky;While garlands of azure and blossoms of snowIn gardens of beauty and loveliness lie.She is here! she is here! the bonnie, bright June,Like words of rejoicing in moments of grief;Her song you may trace in the woodland’s glad tune,Her tear in the cloud and her smile in the leaf.
We are looking for summer. Far over the hill,Do you catch the faint sound of her hurrying feet?Does the voice of her coming with melody thrill?Do you strive the first breath of her whispers to greet?She is coming. Bright garlands her pathway surround;Her fair hands are laden with blossoms of snow.Do you hear the soft sweep of her robe o’er the ground,As she speaks to the flowers to awaken and glow?
We are looking for summer. Far over the hill,
Do you catch the faint sound of her hurrying feet?
Does the voice of her coming with melody thrill?
Do you strive the first breath of her whispers to greet?
She is coming. Bright garlands her pathway surround;
Her fair hands are laden with blossoms of snow.
Do you hear the soft sweep of her robe o’er the ground,
As she speaks to the flowers to awaken and glow?
Creep forth the small vines from the hedge and the wall,So shyly they meet the glad gaze of the sun;The brooklets sing low as they clamber and fall,And the brown hills new mantles resplendent have won.The spider a shimmering gossamer weavesIn the lap of the meadow, and lightly is thrownIts faint web of gold o’er the green of the leaves,While buds of ambrosia around us are blown.
Creep forth the small vines from the hedge and the wall,
So shyly they meet the glad gaze of the sun;
The brooklets sing low as they clamber and fall,
And the brown hills new mantles resplendent have won.
The spider a shimmering gossamer weaves
In the lap of the meadow, and lightly is thrown
Its faint web of gold o’er the green of the leaves,
While buds of ambrosia around us are blown.
There’s a gem in each drop of the dew on the grass,The earth is awakened with carolings sweet;The daisies are flashing in stars where we pass,And the buttercups hide in the moss at our feet.The cowslips are changing from green into gold,On banks where the frosts of the winter have died;The violets are seeking their hues to unfold,And the red rose has flung its rich canopy wide.
There’s a gem in each drop of the dew on the grass,
The earth is awakened with carolings sweet;
The daisies are flashing in stars where we pass,
And the buttercups hide in the moss at our feet.
The cowslips are changing from green into gold,
On banks where the frosts of the winter have died;
The violets are seeking their hues to unfold,
And the red rose has flung its rich canopy wide.
There is blue overhead: there is emerald below,A blending of hues in the pearl of the sky;While garlands of azure and blossoms of snowIn gardens of beauty and loveliness lie.She is here! she is here! the bonnie, bright June,Like words of rejoicing in moments of grief;Her song you may trace in the woodland’s glad tune,Her tear in the cloud and her smile in the leaf.
There is blue overhead: there is emerald below,
A blending of hues in the pearl of the sky;
While garlands of azure and blossoms of snow
In gardens of beauty and loveliness lie.
She is here! she is here! the bonnie, bright June,
Like words of rejoicing in moments of grief;
Her song you may trace in the woodland’s glad tune,
Her tear in the cloud and her smile in the leaf.