A Little Song 



Warm ami Wft \va> that <lay in June. 

 The swt'cl air thrilled with a r«ihin's tunc 



Carolled oNcr and over. 

 The younj^ k^'rl's cheek was pink as the rose 

 Tiiat hy the i)|ieii ddorway ^lows 

 At the <,'azi' of lu-r hashful lover. 



A playl'iil hand held a perfect rose 



Close to the maiden's fairness 

 And challenj^ed the gazing, hashfnl ho\- 

 In a rippling tone of purest joy, 



"Which one excels in rareness?" 



Xow sundered far are the happy thre<-, 

 And the home is only a memory 



With its doorway framed by roses ; 

 The hashful boy and the rosy maid 

 Are old and dignified and staid 



As the tale of the years uncloses. 



P)Ut I love to think of that day in June. 



The girl and the bashful lover. 

 The wet i)ink rose and the robin's tune 



Carolled over and over. 



.Ml I.I.IK XoEL Long. 



OCTOBER. 



October's garb with splendor glows 

 Ere buried by the winter snows, 

 As a long life, well-spent, that goes 

 Radiatit and glorious to its close. 



MiLLii-: XoEL Long. 



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