June 1st.

UCH more dear

M

Is one remembrance than a hundred joys,
More than a thousand hopes in jubilee.
Dearer the music of one tearful voice
That unforgotten calls and calls to me,
"Follow me here, rise up, and follow here."

"Do you not feel the weight of years?
Or dread life's evening shadows cold?
Or mourn to think we must grow old?"
Wondering, she paused a little while,
Then answered with a radiant smile,
"No, never!"

Christina Rossetti.

From "The Changed Cross.”

June 2nd.

ALAS! that one

Should use the days of summer but to live.
And breathe but as the needful element
The strange superfluous glory of the air!
Nor rather stand apart in awe beside,

The untouched Time, and saying o'er and o'er
In love and wonder, "These are summer days."

Sydney Dobell.

WHY not gird

Some armour on, and in some fight engage,
Spur Honour to the front, and head the age?

Alfred Austin.

June 3rd.

BUT thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy.
Nature and fortune joined to make thee great.

Shakespeare.

BE the model of a nobler race, The living poem that we may not write; The picture that we cannot paint to sight, The music that we dream but do not get, The statue marble never mirrored yet.

Gerald Massey.

FACE and form both told of maiden grace
Fresh as the dawn, and free as mountain breeze,
Still guarded in the purity of home,

E. H. Plumptre.

JUNE.

JUNE, O June, that we desired so,

Wilt thou not make us happy on this

day?

Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of bean-fields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of storm the morning vexes yet.

Here then, O June, thy kindness will we take;

And if indeed but pensive men we seem, What should we do? thou would'st not have

us wake

From out the arms of this rare happy dream, And wish to leave the murmur of the stream, The rustling boughs, the twitter of the birds, And all thy thousand peaceful happy words.

William Morris

June 2nd.

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