JUNE 161 



blue, olive, and pale green the sea's own tints of green grey 

 and pale rose marbles. I know that to-day the same old sea 

 gleams as it did then, and happy hearts are walking amid the 

 columbines on those same high cliffs, dreaming their happy 

 dreams in the " Sweet o' the Year." 



Open to the morning light, 

 Called back from the dreams of night, 

 Swaying on thy leafy stem, 

 Crowned with dewy diadem ; 

 Summer's Monarch, Queen of flow'rs, 

 Light of all the golden hours ! 



Rose, I love thee, 'tis because, 

 Me, thy beauty to thee draws ; 

 Loveliness is shrined in thee, 

 Every charm in unity 

 Mingles, till its mingling shows 

 Beauty blushing in the rose. 



Flower of love, I gather thee, 

 Be ambassador for me ; 

 Take with thee my fond caresses, 

 Go and grace my lady's tresses, 

 And within her tender eyes, 

 Let sweet visions of me rise. 

 Sweetest flower, I gather thee, 

 Be ambassador for me ! 



